Little_Miss_1565
06-11-2008, 12:05 PM
The one I wrote for the one and only time I've seen them, 12/02/1998, is up in the tour archive! Has anyone else written one?
Mine:
Sarah "1565" (Brooklyn, NY)
I grew up in northern Indiana, where no tours came through unless it‘s Foghat at the 4-H fair playing after the tractor pulls (no joke). After Americana came out, I managed to convince my dad that my friend and I totally needed to go to Chicago for this show. Somehow, it worked. We rolled out to the Metro, an hour and a half‘s drive from home on a school night no less. I should probably mention I was a freshman in high school at the time — I got the tickets for my 14th birthday.
We got there early enough to get right up front. I felt a little uneasy that I was clearly the youngest person there. Well, second youngest — someone else was there with her 12 year old brother. Never felt so cool in my life. It was baby‘s first punk rock show and I had no idea what to expect, so I was surprised when I was crushed into the barricade when the bands started to play. It was fun, though.
When the Offspring‘s set started, shit got really crazy. They sounded awesome, and the crowd loved every second. Everybody, myself included, was singing along. Dexter crowdsurfed (face down! brave man!) back to the sound guy to deliver a beer, and in the process kicked me in the back of the head. Punk fucking rock! It was really cool to see them in a smallish club. I was a little obsessed in high school, and I‘m sure this show had a whole lot to do with that. It was such a rare opportunity for the girls from the cornfields to be able to come to the city and just fucking rock out for once. Yeah, I got beat up and harassed and some drunk guy got thrown out for grabbing my ass before the Offspring even came out, but I knew it would all make for a great story later so I just tried to roll with it. I barely remember what they played 10 years later, but I never forgot how much fucking fun it was.
Afterwards, I stumbled home, covered in gnarly bruises and sweat that was not all mine. Mom was so pissed. Rock ‘n roll.
Mine:
Sarah "1565" (Brooklyn, NY)
I grew up in northern Indiana, where no tours came through unless it‘s Foghat at the 4-H fair playing after the tractor pulls (no joke). After Americana came out, I managed to convince my dad that my friend and I totally needed to go to Chicago for this show. Somehow, it worked. We rolled out to the Metro, an hour and a half‘s drive from home on a school night no less. I should probably mention I was a freshman in high school at the time — I got the tickets for my 14th birthday.
We got there early enough to get right up front. I felt a little uneasy that I was clearly the youngest person there. Well, second youngest — someone else was there with her 12 year old brother. Never felt so cool in my life. It was baby‘s first punk rock show and I had no idea what to expect, so I was surprised when I was crushed into the barricade when the bands started to play. It was fun, though.
When the Offspring‘s set started, shit got really crazy. They sounded awesome, and the crowd loved every second. Everybody, myself included, was singing along. Dexter crowdsurfed (face down! brave man!) back to the sound guy to deliver a beer, and in the process kicked me in the back of the head. Punk fucking rock! It was really cool to see them in a smallish club. I was a little obsessed in high school, and I‘m sure this show had a whole lot to do with that. It was such a rare opportunity for the girls from the cornfields to be able to come to the city and just fucking rock out for once. Yeah, I got beat up and harassed and some drunk guy got thrown out for grabbing my ass before the Offspring even came out, but I knew it would all make for a great story later so I just tried to roll with it. I barely remember what they played 10 years later, but I never forgot how much fucking fun it was.
Afterwards, I stumbled home, covered in gnarly bruises and sweat that was not all mine. Mom was so pissed. Rock ‘n roll.