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Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Stone Temple Pilots concert....
9:52 AM | 
Posted by
Christine
...was unbelievable.
It was a beautiful night at Summerfest in Milwaukee, and they came on about 9:00. Mark and I stopped on the way into the park to buy a couple of beers and a pack of clove cigarettes (yeah, I know. We're too old to act 20. Shoot me.) Our seats were great. The crowd was alive. I was beyond excited.
In an appropriate Independence Day tribute, Scott Weiland (who somehow manages to be simultaneously too hot for words and totally fucking skanky) came out on stage wrapped in a huge American flag. Add big shades and a big, black fedora, and he looked the part of the consummate rock star.
They opened with Big Empty, and all the fears I'd picked up from the media were gone. Rumors have been flying that he's fallen back off the wagon - he's had a few bad shows on this tour, from what I've heard.
Last night, he was on.
They played every single song that I love, and as time passed, he removed the hat, the glasses, the flag, a leather jacket, white silk vest, scarves in red, white and blue, a red linen shirt, and a blue tee shirt.
Yeah, he must have been roasting for the first few tunes.
But what a showman! Crouched at the edge of the stage in black leather pants and white boots moaning through Plush, he proved just why fans keep coming back to see him. Standing in the aisle, sipping a beer, and smoking the world's sweetest cigarettes, I closed my eyes and drank it all in like a woman who had been starving for a much-needed fix of good, solid rock.
The entire band was phenomenal. I sang and whooped until my throat was raw, and by the time we left, I couldn't hear a thing.
We didn't even stop to listen to Seether on the way out. I was flying so high that I didn't want to pollute the wave with a band that was just plain good. Plus, Mark was running on two hours of sleep, and I didn't want to make him stand there any more :)
I got home after one, and was shocked at how fast I sank into sleep. As I drifted off, I decided it didn't matter how many cooties Scott Weiland has. He can jump me in a dark alley any time - I'll just have to make sure to carry a full body condom with me whenever I leave the house.
yum
It was a beautiful night at Summerfest in Milwaukee, and they came on about 9:00. Mark and I stopped on the way into the park to buy a couple of beers and a pack of clove cigarettes (yeah, I know. We're too old to act 20. Shoot me.) Our seats were great. The crowd was alive. I was beyond excited.
In an appropriate Independence Day tribute, Scott Weiland (who somehow manages to be simultaneously too hot for words and totally fucking skanky) came out on stage wrapped in a huge American flag. Add big shades and a big, black fedora, and he looked the part of the consummate rock star.
They opened with Big Empty, and all the fears I'd picked up from the media were gone. Rumors have been flying that he's fallen back off the wagon - he's had a few bad shows on this tour, from what I've heard.
Last night, he was on.
They played every single song that I love, and as time passed, he removed the hat, the glasses, the flag, a leather jacket, white silk vest, scarves in red, white and blue, a red linen shirt, and a blue tee shirt.
Yeah, he must have been roasting for the first few tunes.
But what a showman! Crouched at the edge of the stage in black leather pants and white boots moaning through Plush, he proved just why fans keep coming back to see him. Standing in the aisle, sipping a beer, and smoking the world's sweetest cigarettes, I closed my eyes and drank it all in like a woman who had been starving for a much-needed fix of good, solid rock.
The entire band was phenomenal. I sang and whooped until my throat was raw, and by the time we left, I couldn't hear a thing.
We didn't even stop to listen to Seether on the way out. I was flying so high that I didn't want to pollute the wave with a band that was just plain good. Plus, Mark was running on two hours of sleep, and I didn't want to make him stand there any more :)
I got home after one, and was shocked at how fast I sank into sleep. As I drifted off, I decided it didn't matter how many cooties Scott Weiland has. He can jump me in a dark alley any time - I'll just have to make sure to carry a full body condom with me whenever I leave the house.
yum
1 comments:
You have no idea how happy your post just made me! We have tickets to see STP in early August in Bloomington/Normal and I can hardly wait.
I wish there was an explanation as to why Scott Weiland is so irresistible. That body condom thing may just be the way to go! ;)