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i think i'm expected to make an update about the dream theater concert, which is fine. for the record, i am very tired, very sweaty, and very bitchy, but as i told dmitriy upon leaving the riviera, " everytime i leave from seeing dream theater, it's like i had a thousand orgasms. " yep. still blown away.
ANYWAYS. we got lost. plain and simple. chris was in charge of the directions, and he failed miserably, so we wound up going the OPPOSITE direction. for chicago-ites, we were on our way towards tinely park, which is south of chicago. yeah. not good. we wound up in outer-chicago, in the ghettos. omg. it was scary and funny at the same time. we were at a corner of such-and-such street, and a bunch of black kids start yelling at us. so we roll down a window, and they're all like, " 'EY, YOO WANT SUM EX? SUM CRACK? MEBBE SOME HEROIN???? " and we're like, " uh, no. :D *drives away* ". lmfao.
SO WE WERE LOST FOR OVER AN HOUR. and we finally find the riv, and it's close to 7.00, when the show starts. dmitriy drops off josé and i at the front entrance, and we go in, get patted down, and find the vip table. well, we need the entire party there, so we wait outside for them. find them, go back in, and get the vip passes that we stick onto our shirts. i swear to god, mine's going on my wall.
we find our proper vip balcony, which was level to the drum kit. remember, in the riv, the vip balconies are on the side. we had a perfect view of the stage, except the speakers and shiz obscured the professor (jordan rudess; el keyboardist extraordinaire). but there were the picture screens on the stage, so i saw him occasionally. ANYWAYS. we missed as i am, which was disappointing. and .. OH MY GOD. i am so tired, i cannot remember the set-list. jesus christ. i am terrible. and i had it all written down mentally. uhm. fuck. BUT.
i was at the far edge of the balcony, so i was the furtherst away from the stairs .. anyways, james labrie was running around, pointing and waving at people. and during caught in a web, he ran to our side of the stage, leaned over, and pointed at me, then waved. HAHA. cool-ass shiz, right there. what else could i do but laugh and wave back? and then, right before endless sacrifice, mike portnoy kind of stood up behind his set, leaned over a little, and waved his drumstick at me. i almost didn't catch it, but i waved back anyways. then he bounced back up, and waved back and laughed. GEEZE. he waved again after the encore and when they went to take their bows. -- and when jordan came out to the edge of the stage to wave, i leaned over the railing, and started to frantically wave at him. him blinked and looked surprised, then grinned and waved back. w00t.
.. dfskjkshfdskjds oh man. it was amazing, though. song after song, i'd grab ryan and screech, " OHMYGAWD, I LOVE THIS SONG!!!111 " .. so he kept laughing at me and my freaking out. -- they played another day, which blew my mind. i was really excited that they did that song, because it's one of my favourites off images and words. wheeeew. i kept hoping they'd play either honor thy father or lie. why, i don't know. they played vacant, though, and i almost teared up. that song does that to me. but i really didn't expect them to follow into stream of consciousness, which was a pleasant surprise anyways. -- yeah, i purposely didn't look at any setlists for past shows, cos i wanted it to be a surprise.
but .. they ended the last set with in the name of god. oh, man. i fucking love that song. :B so chris and i stood up and sang alogn, and headbanged -- though i had to do it gingerly, cos i fucked up my neck last night headbanging. >_<;
in anycase. after that song, there was darkness, but the audience was freaking out. so they started to play a scene from dead poet's society, and then they ran out and played a change of seasons. i was really excited over that .. XD weee. uhm.
OH YEAH. ryan is making me mention this because he is an idiot. yes. during in the name of god, i was looking around at the auidence below us, then back at the people in the balcony. there were a few women, whom i believe we quite plastered .. as they were dancing about drunkenly, and such. WELL. the eldest of the women, who had to be in her late fourties, decided she wanted to get the band's attention by flashing her tits. i began to laugh, then pointed her out to ryan, then turned my attention back to the band. according to ryan and joe, all the women flashed their tits. jesus christ .. LOL. i so wasn't expecting that. anyways, ryan and joe claim that it was the highlight of their evening. jerks. XDD
but yeah .. chris and i were going wild when dream theater took their bows. john petrucci actually looked up at us, and we threw the rock-on sign at him, and he grinned appreciatively. i really wanted to get mr myung's attention, as even now, ten months today after i last saw him and d.t, i am making plans to kidnap him because of his hair. i really can't understand how he could play with all that hair! and how he keeps it all nice .. ???????? amazing! he must condition like crazy.
in any case, we wound up at a dennys after we got back from chicago. and alls well that ends well. i need a bath, and ryan is amused by his porn, so i think we can all sleep tight tonight.
bwahaha!!! mp, jlb, and jr waved at me. how lucky is that?
edit (idon'tknowwhattimeitis)
As I Am
The Mirror
Beyond This Life w/ Zappa stuff
Hollow Years with kickass intro/solo
Caught in a Web
Endless Sacrifice
To Live Forever
A Fortune in Lies
Trial of Tears
Intermission.
The Glass Prison
This Dying Soul
Another Day
Vacant
Stream of Consiousness
In the Name of God
Encore: A Change of Seasons
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Ticketmaster ticket to see Dream Theater and Queensrÿche in concert: $52
Popcorn: $2
Pop: $3
VIP pass: Free, thanks to the hookup.
Walking in on Eddie Jackson, bassist of Queensrÿche, while he's taking a piss: PRICELESS.
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OH EM EFF GEE, it was hell getting to the Aragon. Traffic. Then we got lost .. Argh. Then we got there and in, Kyal got me my ticket, and she and Dale left. Then the patdown,w here some old black lady literally LATCHED onto my ass. Met with Brian ( Who's parents hooked us up with VIP passes -- sweeeet ), Ian, Dan, and Ryan in the lobby. Ran around to find someplace to stand/sit, but did not succeed .. So we waited around on the steps, watching Queensrÿche.
I really dig Queensrÿche, but at first, I was dismayed to hear that the first two songs were recent new songs, and therefore, not that great. But then Brian's parents came along, gave us passes. We got up to the VIP section. And Queensrÿche got better, and better. They went from new stuff, to Rage For Order, TO Empire, to OPERATION:MINDCRIME. Holy shiggity shiznat, Queensrÿche just rocked the ballroom down with the MINDCRIME songs. Good encore, too.
And .. oh God, here's where it gets good. I had to use the bathroom, 'cos of all the pop, so I ask Brian's dad where the bathroom was, and he took me backstage, by the dressing rooms .. There was this unisex bathroom, with multiple stalls, and some guys were going in and out. Finally, two guys came out as the bassist from Queensrÿche, Eddie Jackson walks in. And Brian's dad, who I figured was drunk, pushed me on in, saying that it was okay, so I go, kinda stumble into the door of the first stall, which is half open ..
And .. oh God. I was face to back with Eddie Jackson, lmfao. He just froze. I quickly apologised, and hid in the next stall, not wanting to go with him around. Fortunately, he left real quick. Dear God. I wanted to die. But it was absolutely hilarious.
Anyways.
I get back, and we move to private balcony seats, above, and alongside the stage. I was right by Dream Theater, only just right above them. Jordan Rudess was closest, and so was John Myung. I sat there, just watching Myung's hair. Christ, he's got pretty hair .. ahem. Anyways.
They did an awesome job .. and the crowd and band alike pulsated so much energy when they did Pull Me Under. I was sitting for most of DT's set, but I just had to get up, and scream along. Eeee. Good song!
ANYWAYS. For DT's encore, they performed with Queensrÿche! WOO. Good times, right there. They did two covers, I think, Pink Floyd and The Who. And James LaBrie did a Queensrÿche song with Geoff Tate! Aaah ..
I didn't get to keep my VIP pass! I wasn't too happy about that .. but it was great! :D :D :D
And now, I sit here, and eat Chinese food that's been sitting out, and listening to music. Good times.
I love you all. :-[
EDIT ( 1.01 AM ):
colourless dirge: I don't think he washed his hands. ;.;
Pink Octane: XD!!
Pink Octane: .. ewww ..
colourless dirge: I know. XD
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