Don't Look Back in Anger...My Oasis Concert Recap

Ick. No wonder I slept until 1 pm today. After seeing humanity at its worse, I'd rather just stay in bed with my cat sleeping at my feet. He's happy and peaceful and not the least be pretentious. Anyway, here goes.

We bought these concert tickets on our way to Rochester in February. Our friend Jimmy was with us and asked to come along. Jimmy, whose last name is Polish for "talks too much" normally makes me feel like this whenever he's around. But Jimmy was actually cool to hang out with last night and so not the problem.

The show was at Festival Pier in Philly. Prior to last night I had never been there. We got there super early having no clue as to what the parking situation would be. We grabbed beer and wraps at Cavanaugh's River Deck, which was actually pretty cool and then drank in the parking lot for a while. Then we went in.

Something to know about Festival Pier. Worst. Venue. Ever. The stage is on land that slopes backwards. Unless you are very close up front, you will see nothing. And if you're on the shorter side, like me, well, you're totally fucked.

Some odd things that I noticed during the show: I looked down on the ground and next to an empty plastic beer bottle was a pepper shaker, they played the theme song to the Banana Splits between acts, and at one point during Jet (the opening act) some guy blatantly slammed into my back, put his arm around me to apologize. Paul said he was checking me out, but I think he was trying to read the expression on my face which was a cross between, "You're fucking douche bag" and "Wow. You're hot." But a lot of men get that look from me...

Anyway, sometime after Jet played and my buzz had long worn out, these two Amazon women decided to stand directly in front of me. The one, who I will refer to as Stupid Bitch lit a cigarette and decided to hold it over her head. She was moving around, basically not paying any attention to anyone around her and damn near burned me. I kept telling Paul, "That bitch better move or she is going down." Paul, in a move that was totally unlike him, taps the girl and says, "Watch you're doing with that!" And of course I jumped and said, "Yeah you almost burned me." She gave some lame half hearted apology and carried on exactly as she was. There was another short person standing next to us, who also seemed quite annoyed. I just kept on running my mouth as I sometimes tend to do when stupid strangers annoy me. The stupid, Stupid Bitch actually turned around, with a bit of hostility I might add, and said, "Look, I'm sorry I almost burned you, ok?!?!" That was it. I told her to move if she had any intention of enjoying herself for the rest of the night. She actually said, "No. You move. I was here first." And I said, "No you stupid fucking bitch. I've been here since 7 o'fuckingclock. You just walked over here and stood right in front of me. You better move because I am so fucking pissed at you right now, you fucking bitch that I will take you down." Okay...not my proudest moment. But it was like 90 degrees. I was annoyed and, well, she was fucking bitch. She just looked at me and said, "Yeah, you probably could. Enjoy the show," and turned around. I gave her the finger. Kicked some garbage at her and eventually as the band came on she moved closer to the stage. Whatever.

So, I let it go. Tried to get into the show, but I couldn't see a fucking thing. Then, this gigantic (well over 6 feet tall and built) British guy who was wandering around decided to stop directly in front of me and Paul. So, Paul taps him on the shoulder and gives him this shrug like, "how fucking ignorant are you?" But the guy doesn't get it. So I kicked a beer bottle into him and elbowed him as I turned around to talk to Paul. The guy then turns to Paul and says, "Are you kidding me? *You're* kicking me?!?!" And I said, "No, I kicked you mother fucker." But he didn't say anything to me. Then some other asshole comes and actually stands right between me and Paul. I practically stepped on him and he started yelling at me and I said, "Why don't you move, you're kind of in my way?!?!" So he did. Then the British guy moved behind us and apologized to Paul, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bug you." And I felt bad for kicking him. Damn he was hot...but anyway...

About the music - They were good, not as good as U2, but good. I wish I could have actually seen them, but whatever. They closed with My Generation. I don't understand why every group that I go see anymore covers the Who, but whatever. They played Don't Look Back in Anger as the second to last song of the encore. That is my favorite, and just seemed so appropriate.

The bottom line is that I don't care if George Harrison and John Lennon rise from the dead and have a free Beatles reunion at fucking Festival Pier. I'm not going. I wouldn't go if I was Joe Santiago's personal guest if the Pixies decided to ever play in Philadelphia again. Not happening. It's a sucky place.

And why am I so goddamned angry lately? I just have no tolerance for anyone or anything anymore. I need to think some more about this...