*edit cause the fucking cat is an asshole and crawled on my keyboard!*
Well well well. I made it through a show on the rail without being knocked unconscious! No helmet needed.

Hubs couldn't come with, he had a poker tourney that night. Had good company though!

It was at the Scranton Cultural Center which is a Masonic Temple. It's a gorgeous building! The architecture was just...ugh...I was drinking it in. Inside ornate paintings. One painting on each tile on the ceiling, good wood floors, BEAAAAAAUTIFUL accoustics and a balcony that touched everything except for the back wall where the stage was.
It was fucking freezing ass cold outside but nice and dry so the wait wasn't completely horrible.
Skindred was amazing! I've never seen them in concert and they got us moving pretty good. The floor was packed and of course the people in the balcony were about as active as a houseplant in a hermetically sealed house.

Very good stage presence just wish they would've played longer because I was enjoying myself. It was their last day being on tour so I think they wanted to see a good bit of energy. The floor seemed to leave them feeling satisfied.

Then came Sevendust. About the third time I've seen them but they never disappoint. It was the last day for them as well and they went balls out. Of course a shout out to the military folks in the crowd which you know I always love.

I'm also glad to see Clint back with the band because "the substitute" as I call him didn't seem to have much chemistry. Nasty little pit broke out behind me and my cohort but we remained on our feet despite having the first of three bodies dropped on our heads for the evening! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Then of course Disturbed. They carted Dabid out in a straight jacket and Hannibal Lecter mask.

I'm glad I had my concert bladder on because I probably would've peed on m'self. They opened with Indestructible which was great banging around in my ears. Two more crowd surfers bounced off my head.

They had a really good mix of songs and played a good bit from the new album which I was thrilled with. Mike did a fucking SICK drum solo! He's sporting this very cool red mowhawk. It's nuts. I also made it through the guitar solo of Stricken. FINALLY.

Of course they came out to play a few more songs to satisfy us. Praise for the men and women in uniform *grin* a couple rounds of U-S-A being chanted *even bigger grin* and that was about it.
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Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying "I will try again tomorrow." -Mary Anne Radmacher (thanks Feek)
Amber: Sounds like you got the short end of the totem poll Kisi.