Warning : Criminally long and insane journal entry ahead. Make it to the end and you'll discover some juicy details.
Part 1 : 4:30 P.M. to 6:30 P.M. - Pre-Concert Happenings - The Clothing Battle And The Car Ride
I dressed up in my black velvet top, mini skirt, and boots. My mom left work early so she could watch D. for us. They were going to go to the playground in the park and then spend the evening together. Grandma and grandson fun. My sweetie then came home early from work so we could get to the concert with time to spare. When he walked in the door, I heard him ask my mom, "Where's Jennie??" I was in a room checking out my reflection in the mirror one last time to make sure I looked okay. M. saw me and what I was wearing. He smiled, laughed, and said, "You are not wearing that." I replied with a, "Yes I am." He didn't like my combat boots. He said they looked like something out of a Dee-lite music video (the group that sang Groove Is In The Heart and who look like 60's flamboyant hippies/70's disco nuts). He said we were going to a Monster Magnet concert, not one by Marilyn Manson. I could wear the boots if we ever went to a Manson concert again in the future. He said that the boots were too big for me…were not shaped to the size of my feet, and looked like Bozo-The-Clown shoes.
He was laughing and D. began to laugh...cause our little kid digs infectious laughter. I was annoyed and a bit pissed. Okay, I ADMIT...those boots WERE too big for me and the front of the shoe WAS huge and round, sorta like clown shoes. And, I have contemplated selling those shoes at an auction site in the past, being that they were a bit too big for me and I hardly have opportunities to wear them.
But, regardless, they looked cool with my outfit…and the overall effect of my style get-up was pretty AND pretty sexy.
M. wouldn't accept it though. He said I could change into some other pair of boots. I told him that the other two pairs of boots that I owned have high platform heels...and I might fall on my face at the concert...that I could not wear either pair.
So, he went downstairs and into the bathroom to get ready. He then came out of the bathroom...and sat at the desk and turned on the COMPUTER. I said that we'd be late if we didn't leave then and there. He said that he didn't care, that he just wanted to see Monster Magnet (the opening bands were Professional Murder Music and Buckcherry). Of course, I KNEW that he was just being stubborn...that he didn't want me to wear those boots. I sat down on the couch...and was pissed. I stayed there for ten minutes watching him do random stuff on the computer. He would not bulge.
Finally I just got off the couch, went into the bedroom, and changed into tight dark blue jeans, a strappy light green tank top with a red tank top over it, a grey zipper hooded jacket, and my grey-blue suede-like sneakers. I told him quickly, "Alright, let's go!"
I felt so mad. I was steaming a bit. All I could think was that he was trying to control what I was wearing, which is something he did not usually do. Damn...maybe he really hated those boots. Maybe he didn't want me to wear the flirty velvet outfit. Maybe both.
He saw me in my jeans and tank top and FINALLY started to get ready to leave. Yeah I was pissed. I thought that he was acting like a baby. I just decided that I did not want to be late for a concert over such a trivial matter.
We got into our car and were on our way. Throughout the car ride, I was silent. I just looked out the window. I didn't talk. I was still mad because I couldn't wear what I originally decided on.
He played Marilyn Manson’s album Mechanical Animals. I thought that was weirdly funny and ironic since he said earlier that we weren’t going to a Manson concert. I wanted to comment on his choice of music but I kept quiet.
Halfway through the drive, he placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed it lightly. I didn't respond. He retrieved his hand from my leg and then told me quietly, "Well if you are going to be pissed, we might as well not go." I lied and responded, "No, I am not pissed. I am just sleeping." He said, "So you're not pissed?" I replied, "No."
Then he continued driving and there was silence again, except for the music by Korn and Monster Magnet which blared from the speakers.
Part 2 : 6:30 P.M. to 7:30-ish P.M.- The Concert Waiting Line
When we reached the concert venue, my annoyance ceased and more or less disappeared...because the people lining up outside the venue were dressed very “normal.” Jeans, t-shirts…regular/average-looking everyday clothes. I spotted a girl who wore a black Marilyn Manson tee-shirt. Ah, will the irony never end?
I didn’t feel so bad anymore because I MIGHT have felt uncomfortable looking a bit “different” from everyone else. I knew that most people were probably going to dress in jeans and all, but I also knew that there would be more clubby looks dazzling the scene, and I sort of wanted to be one of those people.
Anyway, I didn’t care about what I wore anymore because I looked cute anyway in my girly jeans. In my opinion, there is nothing sexier than a girl’s ass in tight jeans. And that goes for MY ass and other girls’ asses.
We walked toward the venue and saw an assortment of tough-looking bouncers/security guards all dressed up in black suits with no ties. I giggled and whispered to M. that they looked like casually-dressed FBI agents.
We also noticed that there were two waiting lines : the non-ticket holder’s line and the ticket-holder’s line. We bought our tickets over the internet and were supposed to pick them up at the venue. We were both a bit stumped on which line to stand in. Hehe. So, we went to the non-ticket holder’s line first. There was only one girl standing there. She was dressed in wet vinyl pants and a colorful feather boa wrapped around her shoulders. She said hello to us. M. told her how we purchased out tickets and asked her if that line was the one we should stand in. She believed that we were probably considered ticket holders.
Some other guys got into the same line. We waited a few minutes and then M. asked me if I would rather just roam around the area for a while. I told him that it sounded fine…and then we started to walk away. One of the guys in the line yelled out with a smile, “You’re leaving already?” We laughed and said yeah.
We then proceeded to walk around the venue, the parking lot, and then he said, “Wanna go to the Mobil gas station down there?” I started laughing and said to him, “You are so anti-social sometimes!” He agreed with me. I said, “You’d rather walk around a parking lot and go into a gas station than stand in line and talk to people.” I was giggling my head off incredulously. He said, "I am sort of antisocial. Nothing wrong with that.” I also added, “I don’t mind standing in lines and people-watching. I like it. If someone starts a conversation, that’s cool too. I don’t mind.”
So, we went into the Mobil gas station to get something to eat. I bought some red licorice Twizzlers (for munching) and a small pack of spearmint Trident gum (for fresh kissable breath).
We then went back towards the venue and stood in the ticket-holder’s line. It was a good thing that M. sort of strong-armed/bullied me into ditching the little skirt/boots look because it was COLD outside. I would of freezed my bare legs and butt off.
We stood there in the line for more than a half-hour. One of the bouncers was walking down the length of the waiting line holding a box full of keychains with the initials W.O.W. on them. The keychains were obviously being used to promote the radio station 102.7/WNEW (the classic rock station). Two of the stations most popular (and controversial) deejays, Opie and Anthony, were supposed to be at the concert. M. loves their show…I’ve listened to them as well…they are funny as hell. The initials W.O.W. stood for Whip ‘Em Out Wednesday…in which females would expose their breasts to people (mostly guys of course) on Wednesdays. Yeah…like I would ever expose my boobs to some strange guy. No thanks. But, if you want to whip em out…go right ahead. My pair of goodies are reserved for M.’s adoring eyes only.
Random snippets of overheard chatter among the crowd of people waiting in line :
A guy holds his face cheeks and said, “My cheeks are numb.”
The line finally moved after 30 minutes or so. But we were still not allowed to enter the building. A guy replied, “Oh the line has moved. But we are still not going in. The line has just compressed.”
When my part of the line moved more towards the front of the building entrance, there was a row of glowing pastel-colored lights situated at the side of the building. A guy said sarcastically with a laugh “Oooh, we moved so we could see the pretty purple and blue lights!”
A commercial van from some “dance-party-music” type of radio station was coming into the parking area. Some guy yelled out to the driver, “Hey!!!! There are no 16-year-old girls here! Christina Aguilera is down the road somewhere!”
A guy said (referring to some movie he had seen), “…I’ve seen better acting in a porn movie.”
A guy spotted an Italian-looking stocky black-suited bouncer near the driveway that led to the parking area. He said to everyone, “Hey…look at Joey Soprano over there!!”
Omigod…I BUSTED up in a hardcore belly laugh. It was so fucking funny. The guy DID look like he could have jumped off the television screen from the show The Sopranos to that driveway. He looked like he could have been a member of the mafia. Everyone else laughed their asses off too. Seriously…I laughed for a good ten minutes. Even a little more. My eyes watered up for heaven’s sake. It was my favorite line-waiting moment.
Part 3 : 7:30-ish P.M. to 8-ish P.M. – The Concert Floor
We finally were allowed to go in. I immediately took off my jacket because it was nice and toasty inside. Besides, I wanted to show off my red tank top with the word Mantrap inscribed inside an outlined heart.
The woman checked M.’s name on the computer list and handed us our tickets. There were no keepsake stubs though because they were an online purchase. No big deal really.
The interior of the venue was GORGEOUS. Carpeted and dimly lit with chandeliers. So cozy and pretty. There were (I think) three floors in all…the main floor where the entrance, a bar, and restrooms were located, the upstairs area where the concert was being held, and the downstairs area which was used as a coat-check area (even though it was not in service that night…we went down and it was empty. Besides, they would have charged a $3.00 fee for the coat-check. Um…no thanks. I am not going to pay someone for watching my jacket.).
M. and I walked up the stairs to the concert floor. Walking up those stairs was so trippy-feeling because they were adorned with small white/pale-yellow colored lightbulbs . I felt like I was going to lose my sense of balance and fall because those lights seemed to flow and move with me. It was so fabulous-looking and feeling.
The concert hall itself was AWESOME. Wow. Dimly lit with changing purple, green, blue, and fluorescent lightbulbs. It was perfect lighting…perfect ambience. The floors were wooden. There was a short length of stairs leading up to the balcony area for special guests. The main stage was in one end of the middle of the room and the sound area was near the other end of the the middle of the room…pretty cool. There was another bar there and also a little area where you could buy and eat slices of Domino’s pizza. One area was the tee-shirt/top selling place.
M. and I just wandered around the spacious area…just looking around, listening to the music playing on the speakers, and watching the other people.
M. went over to the bar and ordered a beer. He asked me if I wanted any and I said no…I just don’t like the taste of beer. I could have ordered a fancy drink if I wanted to but I didn’t feel like consuming any alcohol.
There was a small table near the stairs where a raffle was being held for a guitar autographed by Monster Magnet and Opie. It cost a few bucks for a raffle entrance slip…the proceeds would go in support of prostate cancer screenings. M. already had an autographed guitar by Magnet which he won off of Ebay a year ago, but he entered the raffle anyway.
Part 4 : 8-ish P.M. to 12-ish A.M. - The Concert Itself – Professional Murder Music, Buckcherry, And Monster Magnet
Finally…the music started. Professional Murder Music (PMM) was the opening act. I already heard of them before since I owned a cd sampler of their music…it was included free with a purchase I placed months ago from the Hot Topic online store. And irony rears its head here again…guess what I purchased? Yeah…those combat boots that M. hated. Ah…so funny. Everything is somehow connected you know? The same cd sampler was available free at the tee-shirt selling booth. Anyway, PMM was awesome. I couldn’t help but imagine that it was Korn onstage because PMM’s lead singer had the same hairstyle as Korn’s lead singer, Jonathan Davis. PMM’s sound is a combination of Korn, White Zombie/Rob Zombie, and Marilyn Manson-type music. I loved it. Some really stunning grooves. Definitely mosh music. And the music and sound were extremely LOUD.
We went over to the bar a few more times…more beer for M. and a coke with crushed ice for me.
Buckcherry was the next band to perform. I’ve always liked them ever since I saw their first video on MTV. They grew on me. My first impression of Buckcherry was that the music sounded a little like the Black Crowes and the lead singer looked like Steven Tyler from Aerosmith. The first single Lit Up released off the album was okay…not the greatest except the middle quiet part which I LOVED…where he sings :
Crack the door for the curious girl
cause she's waiting
She's been waiting
Chop a line for the fiending man
cause he wants one.
Subsequent singles were wonderful…simply rocking and gorgeous. Fun to listen and dance to. M. didn’t like Buckcherry much in the beginning…all he ever heard by them was Lit Up and he couldn’t stand that song, especially the part where he sings :
I love the cocaine.
I love the cocaine.
He’d turn to another radio station whenever he heard that song come on. He had never even listened to the entire song…so he didn’t know what I was talking about when I told him that although I didn’t like most of the song, I did in fact dig that quiet section of the song. Once Buckcherry started their set, M. changed his mind about them. He thought the drummer was fucking fantastic. He fooled you with his drumming style and beats. M. expected a certain beat to progress a certain way…but then the drummer surprised him with something totally different. I thought the drummer was terrific too…and he smiled wide a lot during the set…looked like he was having a blast. M. also dug the two guitarists and the bass player. He didn’t like the singer’s voice too much though. Overall…he thought the band was cool…really strong combination of musicians. I had so much fun listening to them. The music was so colorful and wild and fun. And I liked watching the singer dance and sing. And I still thought that the singer looked like Steven Tyler, lips and all. M. disagreed totally on the physical appearance issue…and said he looked more along the lines of Vanilla Ice. **Insert laughs and horror here**. Vanilla Ice makes me shudder.
After Buckcherry’s performance was over, they announced the winner of the autographed guitar. I wished in my head that they would magically and amazingly call out M.’s name, but it didn’t happen. **Sniff Sniff.** Oh well. Life goes on. M. laughed and jokingly said, “They should make him play it…see if he’s worthy.” I giggled…and images of Wayne and Garth floated into my head…"We’re not worthy! We’re not worthy!”
Finally, Monster Magnet got on stage. We stood and listened at the very front of the stage . Their music is so delicious. I am so glad that M. introduced me to their music. I associate their music with the time I first met M. He played their albums a lot and I became so enamored of their style and sound. He showed me the Negasonic Teenage Warhead video on one of his cds. So fucking cool. They rock and they rock hard…and their music is dreamy and psychedelic and hard-crunching. Beautiful guitar riffs, drums, bass, vocals, and lyrics. Mmm. Here are some lyrics I covet:
From the song Superjudge -
…Well I've got more love and speed than your lonely souls can chew
And I'll lay it all on you
Cause I think that you want me to
Well I own every piece of earth
And I made that hole in the sky
And I tell you when you can cry
And I tell you when to shut your eyes…
From the song Look To Your Orb For The Warning -
…The mountain screamed three times today
I guess it thought it'd like to play
How much does one have to pay
To fry a peak and melt away
Launching titan's breath on mine
The sweating measure lands on time…
From the song All Friends And Kingdom Come-
…Enter now the lions den
It's long past due that we begin
I have longed for you afar
Love sacrifice in my backyard
I have seen beyond my gaze
I have gazed beyond today
And their lust shall build a world
Is what the prophets have to say…
From the song Powertrip -
…Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking,
Slackin' little sucker you are?
Who's gonna get you from behind?
Who's gonna ring your little bell?
Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell?…
When they played Negasonic Teenage Warhead, I went crazy and started belting the words. It was so fun. There was a little moshing happening in the middle of the front area throughout the concert…not much though. M. stood behind me and we were bumping and grinding in that position. I’d be bobbing my head to the music and swiveling my hips and butt. M. would be behind me… moving and dancing in thrusting motions. My butt was constantly grinding against his hips. Yikes. I felt kind of shy dancing and grooving and carrying on like that…it felt sexual…but what the hell…I didn’t really care. We enjoyed ourselves…enjoyed the waves of music. I got all sweaty from all the body heat emanating from everyone in the dark club. M. and I kissed a lot ever since we set foot on the concert floor. Butterfly kisses. French kisses. Kisses that were a lovely mutated mixture of both. We held each other almost the entire time. Embraced. Touched. Loved. Smiled. Laughed.
Monster Magnet finished their performance and left the stage but returned for an encore of two songs. It was a fabulous, magical night.
Part 5 : 12-ish A.M. to 2:00 A.M. - Going Home And To Bed
As we were leaving, we spotted two gothic girls sitting at a table. They wore corsets and long flowing skirts and wild dramatic makeup and had the most awesome hair…each of the them had long hair that was hairsprayed into several peacock-like Mohawks. Huge, larger-than-life hair. Beautiful. Whoaaaaa. They were promoting their store…and handed us some scented wax candles. Cool.
We left the building and I had to sit down outside for a moment because my back was killing me. We did not sit down at all the entire time since we got out of our car to go to the concert. Our butts hurt. Our backs hurt. My stomach was getting all weird and bubbly and queasy from all the cigarette smoke in the club. We were starving. I must of smoked a bunch of cigarettes from all the secondhand smoke I inhaled in that concert. But, I didn’t really mind. It was for a good cause. **Giggles.**
Once we got into the car, I adjusted the passenger seat into a reclined position so I could just lay down for a moment. It was so damn GOOD to lay down. My God. My poor body was begging for some rest. We started to drive back home. We talked about the concert. We talked about how he was glad that I didn’t wear that mini skirt to the concert because if I did, he would have wanted to do something naughty with me. He also said that perhaps we were scaring others off because of our dancing…because of what it must of looked like. Hehehehe. We talked about how we desperately needed some food. We ended up with food from McDonalds. We both devoured Filet 'O Fish sandwiches, French fries, and Cokes. So good. So good.
We arrived home and I went into the bedroom to change (my mom and D. were asleep upstairs). I slipped out of my jeans and paraded around outside the door in only my tank tops. I shaked my bare butt in front of M., who quickly said, “If I wasn’t this tired…” I then went into the bedroom, and he followed me, whispering with a mischievous grin and voice, “Actually, I am NOT too tired.” With that, we went at IT…the “woof-woof” style. Ooh-la-la. I love this man. He is mine. We took a shower afterwards and kissed our son goodnight while he was sweetly sleeping.
M. and I then fell into bed and cuddled all night long. The bed and the blanket and our bodies pressed together felt heavenly. When we woke up in the morning…we went at IT again…did I mention how much I LOVE my husband?? M. stayed home from work and spent all day at home…BLISS.
I am finally finished with this freaking HUGE journal entry. I am blind. Are you blind? Did you read this far? If you answered with a tired “Yes…” damn…you are awesome and your endurance is god-like/goddess-like. When I told M. that I was writing this entry and that I'd describe his boot-dictatorship, he laughed and jokingly asked, "Oh, man...are you going to make me sound all bad??" Hehehe.