Slipknot

"You wanna go with me to see Slipknot?"

"Will I enjoy it if I don't know their music?"

"It's really heavy. Check them out on the internet and then decide."

....

"I'll go with you."

So I went with Matt to see Slipknot. For those of you who aren't familiar with the band, they're heavy metal. HEAVY metal.

I borrowed a CD from Brandy to do some research first. To kind of get use to the music and get to know some songs. I listened to it once and could not do it again. It was so much to take in, and it made me drive like a maniac.

So I just went hoping that I'd enjoy myself. I love new experiences, I love concerts, and I love music. Of course I'd have a great time.

And I did.

The opening bands were Coheed & Cambria and Trivium. Matt told me they'd ease me into the music and I'd be ready for Slipknot. Sort of like a stretching/warm up session.

Coheed and Cambria came on and I tried to enjoy it. I smiled and bopped my head and glanced around to see if anyone else was into it. They were. So I started to worry. After they finished, I looked at Matt, and he said, "They sucked."

Whew! This was a promising sign.

Then Trivium came out. They were only a little better, but the lead singer was great to watch. He looked like Hagrid and Cousin It's love child who had been taught dance moves by Tickle Me Elmo. He was not a small guy either. He was very cartoonish and I could not take him seriously. So the combination of two $7 beers and a screaming Hagrid made for a very good time.

The tragedy of the evening happened next. I was 3/4 of the way through my beer and had to pee. I thought it was the opportune time. I could go before Slipknot came on and could return to a little refreshment and the opening notes of what was to be an excellent first experience. So I peed. And I returned. And my beer was . . . GONE!

I sat down and looked at Matt.

"What?"

"Where's my beer?"

"What beer?"

"The one that was in the cup holder." (The one that had $1.75 worth of beer left in it!)

"I don't know."

And then I looked to my right. A group of snot nosed teenagers. All of whom were underage, but one somehow managed to procure an ID bracelet. And they'd been sharing beers all night. Did they? Could they? They did!!!

Oh well. No worries. They got a thrill, and I didn't need the last bit filled with backwash anyway.

So surrounded by teenagers and drunk tools, we proceeded to the main event.

And it was great. Matt was right, by that time, I was warmed up to the music. And the guys were so full of energy on stage that it was fun to watch.

I will honestly say, I'm glad I don't scare easy and that I'm open to new and different. Given that, I had a great time and am really glad I went.