Yesterday was a good day. It was the final stop of the 2008 Vans Warped Tour and I was there. Nine stages with shows starting at each every thirty to forty-five minutes. Everyone needs a good mainstream rock show every once in a while. We showed up right at opening and stayed all day when we were finally yelled at by a rather large and somewhat pissed off security guard hustling people out so he could go home. I am sore, and my right arm (my rock arm) is a bit stiff. Both signs that I had a good time.
It was the first concert I’ve been to in some time and there were so many things that I had forgotten about, so many things I didn’t even remember I had missed: the crowds, the carpet of fliers and empty water bottles, the smell of sweat, cheap beer and pot all mixing together in the pits. Ah, the pits.
The great thing about a show like this one was there really is something for everyone. Punks, metal-heads, chick-rockers, skas, hip-hop fans, and straight-up rockers, everyone had at least one band to really get excited about. I’m into a lot of different types of music, and the smorgasbord offered up made for a musically fulfilling day.