Yesterday morning, as I was sitting in my cubicle, wondering how I was going to get through the day, a friend here at work approached me and queried whether or not I could do her a favor. I told her that it depended on how lame this favor would be. She then asked if I would take her ticket to that night’s sold-out Stone Temple Pilots concert up in Hollywood. I said, “Sure.”
Easily the least lame favor I’ve ever been asked to do.
Thoughts on the evening:
- The park-n-ride setup they have going is awesome. I’ll use it every time I see a show there from now on.
- Black Francis (from the Pixies) opened for STP. He was good, but weird. There were exactly two songs I was really feeling, although none were exactly bad.
- STP came on early, rocked often, and played almost every song I would’ve wanted to hear. The stage setup was cool, Weiland was on top of his game, the weather was perfect.
- Everyone around us was getting high. Everyone. One guy, after dropping and breaking his glass pipe, continued to smoke through the broken shards throughout the remainder of the show. I totally LOL’d.
All in all, I had a fantastic time. If I had to grade the overall experience, which I’m compelled to do, I’d give it a solid B+. If it was one of my top 5 bands, it would’ve gotten an A.
K
ps – Today’s my little bro’s birthday. Even though I’m certain he doesn’t read this, I’d like to throw a “happy birthday” out into the universe, anyway.
