Last night was Portishead. It was the perfect warm up music for Halloween if you ask me, because her voice wavers on the sound of someone crying and then changes and is suddenly oozing with sex. Ok enough about the show, let's talk about this venue.
It's a barn. That's what it feels like on the inside anyways. Concrete floors, slanted rooftop, murky smell.... not exactly the kind of place you'd go to see a band, unless it was an indie band. The sound wasn't that bad, but I tend to situate myself in front of the sound booth, cuz those guys measure that shit as per how good it sounds to them, so that's usually the sweet spot.
When we first arrived, there was a fat lineup around the corner, but luckily for our frozen toes it moved quickly. Once inside we had our tickets scanned and so began the bag search and pat down of all attendees. Honestly, the security girl who was like five foot nothing who patted me down was pretty freakin thorough. She actually goosed my hair roll. Yes, she squeazed it to see if I was hiding anything in it. Seriously? If you turned me sideways you'd be able to see right through it, I don't think there's any way to hide anything in there. She was acting like I had razor blades in my wallet and even proceeded to open the tiny change purse! Listen lady, if I *had* razorblades in my wallet, it would only be to slit my wrists to Portishead. This is NOT a rock show, we aren't here to get blasted, wtf is wrong with you?
When I was finished getting raped, and the security guard gave up because I had nothing on me, we wandered over to the beer garden. They had MGD, Bud, and some sugary bitch pop (coolers) so I ended up going thirsty, which is probably a good thing because you had to stay in the fenced off beer garden if you wanted to have a drink, so you can't even sit in the bleachers and get drunk if you wanted to. My friends grabbed a pop and some cold stale popcorn, which just enticed me to make some fresh popcorn at home after the show.
I guess this wouldn't really be my first pick for a venue, but there are some bonuses. The capacity is larger than the Commodore Ballroom, but obviously less glamorous, though both are general admission, which is really the only way to see a concert in my books. They have a large ladies bathroom, sorry guys they set up port-o-potties for you, so now you know what its like for us to wait in line forever. There is no coat check, which could be a situation in the summer when its warm out, but in the middle of what feels like winter, its not a big deal. Meh, if the show is good enough, I'd return to the barn, but I might not curl my bangs. read more