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Weekend aMusEment
Sunday, March 14, 2010 You know what's nerdalicious? Taking photos of the pretty, pretty lights with your phone at concert.
You know how I justify that? By the conversation that happened among the guys in hoodies in front of me that went something like --
"Dude, did you hear that riff at the end of that song?"
"Dude, like 2% of the people here got that."
"Heh heh. Yuuuup."
Since I was not one of those 2%, I totally felt justified in taking a few more shots.
This was my Friday night at the Muse show. My seats were so good, I could almost see the reflection of my smoky-eye make up in Matthew Bellamy's silver sneaks. I loved every minute of it, including an understated and great opening by one of my favorite bands, Silversun Pickups, that seemed purposely bare-bones in comparison to the big light/graphics/music/fantastica that Muse put on.
Considering that I'm merely with the 98% of the audience, I won't go into some big analysis of the set list or similar that I've rolled my eyes at for years to hear men go on and on and on about while I was silently dissecting the lyrics to see if they were as raunchy as I'd hoped.
I will share that I caught my heel on a passed-out under-ager whose mother would have been very upset that half her backside was hanging out of her pink '80s leggings scribbled with Muse lyrics, tripped down a step, successfully recovered with my beer and body in tact and created a bruise the size of Montana on my thigh (OK, I really just tripped on the step...no high schoolers were harmed in the awkward hematoma-ing of my body).
Although Duder Down the Aisle from Me said these eyeball balloons were "a total fucking embarrassment for the band, yo," I liked them. Thus, they are forever captured here and on my iPhone.
The show was captivating. And it was just as fun to laugh about how much easier it was to drive out of the United Center parking lot than normal because all the kids were taking the El or bus (this is where I felt elevated to elite 2% status). As long as we steered clear of the trajectory toward La Pasadita, we were all good.
Next time, they're in town, I'm totally going to see them. And maybe get a little more entrepreneurial. With a bit of planning ahead, I'm sure I could make a gazillion dollars selling jeggings in some kind of specialty men's-junior size. Something to think about while I'm so not getting the guitar riffs.
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