|
:: Saturday, November 30, 2002 ::
Had a good concert night last night. Saw the Bosstones, the best dressed band in the country. Was quite fun.
They played the Vic in Chicago and had 3 other bands with them. Don't know the names of the first two bands. One was bad - i.e., not tight. The second was tight but mediocre.
When I was in line for the show, I couldn't figure out why there were so many teeny bopper girls waiting to get in. I mean, when did the Bosstones become a chick band. Well, the third band (Simple Plan) was the reason. They're friggin' N'Sync or something. They were so "dreamy", and they "loved Chicago" - at least that's what they kept saying. At that point, you could tell the Bosstone fans, because they were either the ones flipping off Simple Plan through their entire set or the the ones who headed for the bar and stayed there...
But when the Bosstones came on, the place went nuts (of course). Eight guys in suits - who wouldn't go nuts? And their dancer. What a great gig! How did he hook up with the band? What's his story? Just some balding, middle-aged dude in a suit with enough energy to power the place for a week jumping and thrashing all over the stage. Fun stuff.
:: DJ 7:48 AM [+] ::
...
|