Monday, October 15, 2007

San Diego.... which is German for 'Whales Vagina'

First off, the whole reason we went to San Diego this past weekend was to see The Cure perform. Well, they postponed their tour, and we got stuck with the option of losing the money we spent to see them in San Diego, or flying out for basically a day and just hang out. Hmmmm, I wonder what we did.



I am just getting right down to it, I am getting right to the point.



Once we got there, I was thumbing through the local publication checking out things to do there, when I stumbled across an ad for a show where a band who call themselves 'The Cured' was doing a tribute show. Sounds good right, since The Cure is the only reason we were in San Diego that night, why the fuck not, right....WRONG!!

I was working off a buzz on the floor while the opening band was performing. They did all 80's cover songs, so it was pretty much like watching live karaoke. Once they were done, I stood up to go check out the front portion of the stage where I pretty much planned on staying to watch 'The Cured' I should have stayed on the floor, or better yet, in my hotel room.



Yes, I am being cynical. What did you expect you say?? Well, if a band exist just to do cover songs of a band which must be a favorite to all members of the band, or else why even be there in the first place, how could they butcher the songs and perform so badly. I know tribute bands are different because they imitate the group, rather than take a song and make it there own, but it was god awful, just plain ass fucked up.



Here is a breakdown of my complaints-



You don't do segways. You do not introduce every song before you play it. You start the music, the the crowd yells and cheers as they recognize what songs is being played. My favorites were- "I was at a concert once and a guy got up on stage and started kissing me, it was really weird." Then they started playing A Man inside my Mouth. Or when he said, "Want to go for a Walk?" Then played A Walk. I can go on and on with each song introduction, but I wont, for my own sake.



You don't dress like the band and try to imitate them. Yes, you are a tribute band and that's what you do, but don't. You just look ridiculous, and can not be taken seriously as a Cure fan, let alone a band if you look like that. BTW, Robert Smith has not worn that much red lipstick since the 90's.



If you are going to try and imitate The Cure, you don't do a costume change. Leaving to put a hockey jersey on is not amusing, even to Cure fans who know why you did it.



Know the lyrics. It is hard enough to get past the complete train wreck in front of you to start singing along, but to drop lyrics and change them during a song is bad....even for you.



Faking an English accent. Need I say more?

I think I will stop now, it is pissing me off more when I think about it. I even ended up being more upset about not seeing The Cure while we were there, which was something I had come to accept before we left. I was excited for Kim though, she was having a good time just taking it for what it was worth, which is one of the many reasons why she is a better person than I am. It was amusing though making eye contact with a girl next to me as we both laughed at the performance and rolled our eyes together at what we were seeing.

Enough!

I did have a great time there though. It was nice to get away for the day just to play in the ocean and drive around without worrying about much of anything.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

The Universe Is Against Me

I am sick of having bad days. I have so much bad energy around me, it is just bringing me down. This just hasn't been my year. I think I said that last year too...... yeah...... pretty sure this is the second bad year in a row.

So, why do you ask?? Why is today yet another bad day for me??

I broke my fucking toe. It hurts like a Mother Fucker and I am pissed off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!