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So...About That Concert

As you may have gathered from my earlier post, I haven't been feeling all that well over the last few days. I don't know if I'm finally fighting off the flu bug that has been running rampant through my house or if it was just a side-effect of pure exhaustion. In any event, I am feeling a little more like myself and a lot less like death. Wahoo! This is definitely a step in the right direction.

Since I believe I am now capable of forming a coherent thought or two (yesterday was BAD), I thought I'd tell you how amazing, awesome, exciting, and all-out-wonderful the concert was on Saturday night. Yes, it was that good. And, no, that's not the alcohol speaking because I was the DD that night. (I don't think Rock Star energy drinks impair judgement, but I could be wrong...)

The first band was forgetable. Saving Abel did not live up to their debut album. I don't know if their sound guy needed a new set of ears, but I couldn't make out more than a dozen words the entire time they were on stage. Those few words I did catch, I really think it was only because I knew the song and could anticipate the lyrics.

Seether was much better. They sounded great. Had lots of energy.

Nickelback. Nickelback was amazing. Astounding. Blow-Your-Mind-Good. The lead singer was funny and charming. I also loved the fact that the band utilized the big screens for slideshows and videos. My favorite slideshow was during the song Photograph. I know that the next time (and every time thereafter) I hear that line about "what the hell is on Joey's head", I'll recall that one photograph in particular because I couldn't figure it out either.

My only disappointment was that they didn't play two of the songs I really like off the new CD. Luckily, I could play them as loud as I wanted on the way home!


  1. I'm glad you had fun at the concert...and that you are feeling better. See you Friday if you are there.

  2. Oh MAN it was that good. I could see him in concert a 100 times. And I thought Seeter deserved more credit than you gave him here. He sounded great too.


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