We take a break from our normal programming for a bit of a musical interlude.
Friday was a fun night. A bit of father/son bonding while enjoying some good music together. My Goddess decided to not join, since the hardest she typically enjoys is Linkin Park and Tool. Son and I were leaning quite a bit heavier.
Typically I’m not too impressed with the smaller warmup bands. Oftentimes the headliner brings along bands that may appeal to the audience, but not so good to outshine the headliner. In this case, Korn did the opposite. Every band was very strong, each one a bit better than the one before and each one very tight in their composition and performance.
Son and I got to Nashville, grabbed some food, took a side trip to the Parthenon to see it as the sun went down, grabbed some parking and then headed for the venue. After getting our tickets (will call), getting searched and heading inside, we had all but 15 minutes before the first band. I was surprised, since they actually started on time.
With the first strum of the guitar and the dropping of the lights, Son and I headed to the floor, since we opted for General Admission floor tickets (you’ll see why later). We found a nice clear spot on the floor, not 30′ from the stage, and watched. We were quite impressed with the band. Son’s head was banging pretty early on.
Five Finger Death Punch was next. Son’s head really got moving. But before they started, I angled him in closer to the stage, a bit more center. Turned out that we ended up right on the edge of the pit, which he wasn’t too keen on. He acknowledges his short temper, which he comes by honestly and was concerned he’d end up swinging at someone if they hit him. I used the chance to show him pit ettiquette, which there is quite a bit of, if you don’t know. I showed him how the guys flying around weren’t actually there to hurt each other, even blocking and helping if someone fell down. He started to get the idea.
A bit of history here. I grew up in the Southern California Punk and Metal scene of the ’80s, getting to enjoy live shows from bands such as Black Flag, the Descendents, Slayer, The Exploited, UK Subs, Minor Threat, 7 Seconds, et al. What these “kids” call moshing we called slamming. Regardless of the name, it’s good fun, as long as the crowd is right. Overall, the crowd Friday night was right.
Next came Hellyeah. Son wasn’t aware of the pedigree of the members. He wasn’t aware that the members came from Pantera, Damageplan, Mudvayne and Nothingface. I filled him in quickly, since they were coming on stage, the crowd was going wild and he couldn’t figure out why. They did not disappoint, quickly whipping the crowd into a frenzy. And Son’s head was flying.
I was particularly impressed when they stopped between songs and Chad Gray did the typical thanking of the fans. I wasn’t impressed with that, but with who he thanked next – all of the folks who made the show possible, from the security to the roadies to the concession workers. In 25 years of going to concerts, I have to say that’s the first time I’ve ever heard that.
Of course, Vinnie Paul, the drummer, took a moment to recognize his brother, Dimebag Darrell, guitarist for Pantera and Damageplan, who was killed onstage, along with three others, by a sick “fan” in 2004. The crowd went wild.
Finally, we were dead center, not 25′ from the stage, when Korn came on. Son freaked a bit when he found that were were in the pit, so we moved to the edge. After getting knocked off his feet from behind, he realized that it was a pretty cool place to be and kept occupied for the rest of the show.
All in all, an excellent show. It started at 730pm and we were walking out the door just after midnight. On the way out he was able to pick up a copy of Droid’s CD and get it signed by the band. So he was pretty jazzed about that.
This ends the musical interlude. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.