Top Idol Goes to a David Cook Show: Part Deux
Ok…so where did we leave off? Ah, yes, in that in between time between Ryan Star and David Cook.
Although I was able to get decent photos of Star and Co. from the side of the stage, I figured I would try and see how close I could in the center for when Cook came on.
Yes. That was a BRILLIANT idea on my part.
I’m in about 3-4 rows deep and in the center when the show is about to start. The lights dim. I didn’t even want to stay there for the entire time, just so I could take a few picks. I was able to move through the crowd to a somewhat roomy space directly in front of someone who was taller than me, so I thought hey, I’m safe.
The band members come out, I get my camera ready.
YOU’RE IN OUR SPOTS. WE WERE HERE. YOU WEREN’T. YOU NEED TO MOVE.
What looks like a mother and her adult daughter, both sporting gin & tonics (or vodka & tonics, I have no clue, but just because it’s clear and has a lime doesn’t mean you’re cool) have appeared next to me.
Okay, I think I should mention here that there was AMPLE room for the three of us. I just looked at them, shocked. And while I would have LOVED to have launched into a huge diatribe about how the show is standing room only and no one has assigned seats, not to mention the fact there was clearly room for me, I just didn’t have the energy. I didn’t want to be anywhere near these twats. So I start moving.
Some people let me through and I’m almost at the edge and I encounter a couple of other twats, one of which has a black handbag (about the size of my shoulder bag, which is fairly large as I use it for everyday) sitting between her feet. I have respect for people’s bags and I wasn’t about to step on it. So I’m trying to step over it. I try telling her, your bag is here. But the dumb bitch is nudging it with her feet to prevent me from getting through.
CAN’T YOU SEE THERE IS A BAG HERE?
No shit, Sherlock.
YES! THAT IS WHY I’M TRYING NOT TO STEP ON IT.
After I glare at them once more, they finally budge to let me through. Are you kidding me? Because you’ve stuck your handbag on the ground, that just automatically means NO ONE can get through? Yeah. Real smart.
One of my close friends from grad school was in the Station fire in 2003. She lost three of her best friends and spent time in the hospital after the accident. I have never met anyone with such an optimistic disposition and amazing attitude towards life. She is one of the sweetest people I ever met and this girl has been through so much. And at this moment, I thought about her, and I thought about that tragedy, where over 100 people died because the crowd was too packed and exits weren’t appropriately marked. Granted, nightclubs all over the country tightened things up after this happened, particularly in New England, but hell, what were to happen if David Cook used pyrotechnics in his shows and some freak accident happened? Would exit signs matter? Or would half these women just try to see how he was getting out and try making a mass exodus in his direction?
I get to the edge again, take some photos and by this time, I’m exhausted. I have no more energy to deal with these bitches. The music is good, and I don’t know all the songs, but they’re still putting on a solid show. However, I gotta admit, I would have been enjoying it more and I not been bounced around by such women who only seemed to care about staring at this guy in the best spot possible. If it’s all about the music, well, there wasn’t a bad seat in the house and the venue had quality acoustics.
I buy another beer and go to the side I was originally on. I end up in a coversation with an older woman who I notice is wearing a Medic Alert bracelet. She tells me she just wishes Cook would come into the audience. She is nice, even though I realize I haven’t been to a concert with a grandma wearing a Medic Alert bracelet since my Dad dragged me to the Andy Williams Christmas Show when I was eight, I can’t hold that against her. She had no interest in shoving me, nor was she holding up any obnoxious signs or Flat David Cook / Flat David Cook Bandmates.
Anyway, at this point, I was able to get a lot of photos. Some of which I posted before, and here are a few others:
And here is a kind of fun one of drummer Kyle Peek. He’s pretty damn good.
And here is one of guitarist Andy Skib! Wow! He looks so much better three-dimensional, right?
And yet one more of David Cook.
Oh, btw, I didn’t see the Front Row Crew shoving anyone, but they busted out some gigantic handfan when he took the stage. I have no clue what this mean and can only surmise it’s purpose was to cool down David Cook or Neal Tiemann (Cook’s guitarist). And it was really, really big.
I then decide to make my way back up to the “disabled” section, but on my way, I run into one of the awesome chicks we met in line. She asks me if I’ve seen her friend, I reply no. She says, that’s cool, she’s crafty, she’ll find me. I laugh. She tells me she took the most incredible photo for me. (Which I am posting again because it is AWESOME)
So we’re having a good time and then all of the sudden, some dumb bitch who I didn’t even realize was in front of me, because there was at least 6 or 7 inches between us (remember, it was standing room only so people packed themselves in), turns around and yells at me.
YOU NEED TO STOP STANDING SO CLOSE TO ME.
I look at my new friend in disbelief. Her mouth kind of drops open, my mouth has dropped open. We don’t get it. So I decide, I’m going to take a photo of her, even if its just her back…just because I want to commerate her complete and utter bitchiness on this blog. Seriously, woman, have you ever been to a show before? Sometimes lots of people pack into a single space for the sole purpose of listening to live music. It’s an incredible thing, really, its been happening since probably the dawn of…music?
If you ever see the woman with Fanci-Full blond hair, remember, don’t stand too close to her, okay?
I make my way back to the “disabled” section. Finally get to check on Niftywench and Mistress P. Mistress P is pissed and wants a cigarette. As you’re not supposed to block the small walkway in this area, people weren’t listening. So she asked another pair of women who was in her way to move. They were hanging out on the steps. Apparently, they didn’t want to move and the taller of the two snapped back at Mistress P.
CAN’T YOU SEE SHE IS DISABLED?
Mistress P looks both women up and down to see if there are any tell-tale handicaps. She can’t find anything.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?
The taller woman rolls her eyes at her, meanwhile, the shorter one is drinking a Bud Light and not even paying attention.
SHE IS SHORT.
Mistress P relays this exchange to me and I realize it is totally time for us to go have a cigarette. She needed one and I sure as hell did, too.
Around this time, David Cook DID bust out one song I was really SURPRISED to hear him do. Call me a dork, whatever. This shit is still in rotation on my iPod and is one of only FOUR songs I have ever downloaded from American Idol. Luckily, SarahBeth sent me her copy, so you may also relive the awesomeness of Always Be My Baby, too. Apparently, the band had only just learned this because of their recent trip to Manila and the Filipinos wanted to hear Idol Music.
Around the same time Mistress P and I go downstairs, one of my readers, DJ River (Hey, I always like to protect the innocent) was also experiencing a bit of fan trouble of her own, which she emailed me about the next morning.
I got there at like, 2 and we were already probably at least 90-100 people back. But once we got inside, I managed to get 2nd row, Neal side. There was this FUCKING LADY in front of me who was proabaly 5’8 or so – I’m pretty short and she would NOT MOVE when I asked her to move over and then she said to a girl behind me who was smaller then me “Oh did you get here at 4am?” WTF. So I got squished over next to the speakers thanks to some other really nice people who made some space so i COULD see. we weren’t mean or rude to her in any way/shape/form, I was being really polite and I figured that she might be able to slide down a little (there was space) and It just pissed me off that she wouldn’t. Then during Come Back To Me, her and a bunch of people had weird pictures of Andy on popscicle sticks that they were waving – which made taking pictures/video hard because I had said tall woman’s HAND in front of me every single time I tried to take a picture – thankfully, I was standing in front of a really sweet girl (who I felt badly about stepping on or putting my hands up to take a picture but she was in the same boat that i was).
Then after, I was standing around waiting for Ryan Star to sign my CD, I was talking to girl who said there was a slutty girl need her who gave a security guard a hand job to try to get closer to David (but it didn’t work becuase we were all so crammed, there was no where to go). This girl said that she saw the security guard walk by her zipping his pants up. But SERIOUSLY?
I had a really great time, honestly though.
Whoa. Who was offering up handies to security??? You people have no shame, oh, and it seems DJ River encountered the SAME woman I had met earlier in the day…
I figure this is a good way to end Part Deux (I was soooo trying to keep it down to two parts, but hell, I think its another trilogy. Damn my obsession with detail) and it sets the stage perfectly for the exciting conclusion in Part Trois.