I was on Facebook just now, doing one of those "5 Things" dealies, when I started thinking about the worst concert experiences of my life:
- I walked out of U2's "Joshua Tree" show in Atlanta when they did this halfass rendition of "New Year's Day". It wasn't meant to be an "acoustic" or "unplugged" version of the song... the band was just like "meh - we're so damn sick of this song". I could actually see the band not putting any effort into it. I felt robbed, especially since I was a fan of earlier U2 stuff. It honestly seemed like Bono and Company had this "well, we're gonna play this old crap to satisfy you lontime fans, but we don't have to like it" attitude. I felt vindicated a couple of days later when a friend of mine, who had tickets to both Atlanta shows, told me that Bono had pulled the same "stranger" out of the audience both nights (to sing with him onstage or something).
- I almost walked out of David Bowie's "Glass Spider" show, because I found the whole thing pretentious and overly orchestrated. I went out on the concourse to have a smoke and decide what to do, when I met this chick. We went back to her seats and started making out, so I stayed.
- Went to see Nine Inch Nails at The Masquerade (a smallish venue in Atlanta). Since it was general admission, my then-GF and I decided to get there early so we could get close to the stage. When we arrived, there were like... 20 people there, total. But the place soon filled up, and I got a bit worried as more and more people walked in the door. Just before NIN started, I looked back and saw (what looked like) 5,000 people jammed into a place meant for 2,000. Then NIN came out, and there was an almighty push towards the stage, and my GF was crushed against the stage. She cried out in pain, thinking she'd broken a rib. To make matters worse, the crowd at the front was "dancing aggressively" (not quite slam dancing or mosh-pitting, but you get the idea). I managed to pull her out, and we forced our way out the door. Her glasses were broken, her lipstick (which had been perfect) now looked like Robert Smith's, I was bleeding from a cut to the forehead and my shirt was ripped in two places. Needless to say, we left. We both had bruises aplenty the next day.
But the worst concert experience of all time was:
- Natalie Merchant at Chastain Park. Chastain is an outdoor ampitheatre on the north side of Atlanta. The concert took place in late September, and (as luck would have it), that night just happened to be first "chilly" night of the season. But Natalie came out and did a bunch of her "fast" songs (well, as "fast" as a Natalie Merchant song gets). It was all good, right? But then... it started to rain. Not a fierce rain, mind you... just a "long, wet soak" kind of rain. And, just at that moment, Natalie went into a 10 song long set of her slowest songs. She sat there... on her nice covered stage, surrounded by candles... singing songs that were so slow they didn't even have percussion instruments... apparently oblivious to the fact that everyone in the crowd was sitting under umbrellas or tablecloths looking cold, wet and miserable. There are a lot of musicians I would sit in a cold rain for, but listening to Natalie Merchant drone on and on about her mommy issues ain't it. We got up and walked to the car, jacked up the heat, and hit the Landmark Diner just to warm up. The show itself wasn't that bad, I was just... gobsmacked that Merchant would be so clueless about the crowd. It wasn't like she had lasers, inflatable pigs, video screens, or other things that would tie her to a particular playlist. You'd think she'd tell the band "hey, it's cold and raining, let's do some fast numbers so the crowd won't think about how cold and wet they are"... But no.
So... how about you? What are some of your awful concert experiences? Feel free to post anything you'd like, but I hope you guys stay away from the generic "it was a decent show, but they only played for 30 minutes!" type of experience. Don't let me down!