A Concert For Angry Youths and Formerly Bitter Whatchamacalits

I've been on an indie music/tiny venue kick for a long while now. So when it was time to go to Linkin Park tonight, I was equally excited and wary. The last time I saw a big act at a big venue, it was The Police at Dodgers stadium last summer. To sum up that experience, it was great music, insane crowds, 2 hour wait to drive in, and me running the rest of the way from the hill to the venue to use the bathroom. Fun times.

With Linkin Park, though I did end up running to the bathroom multiple times from the gallon of water I drank, getting in and out of the venue was great, and the music equally loud and wonderful. It brought me back to the days of screaming/singing along in the car when I was angry or hurting, trying to channel the angst in Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda's voices.

I ended up dragging my brother along, still fresh from work in his business casual get up and thoroughly out of place at the concert. Our seats were as close to the floor as possible without actually having to stand with the masses (whew! getting old. I like to sit at my concerts!) I sang along, though did not jump up and down with my fists pumped like the guy next to me. Of course some old geezers near us smoked pot and strangely enough I saw people with young children (like 3 year olds!) wandering around the floor. Talk about a diverse crowd of fans.

The six members of the band obviously have a good thing going and create solid music, though it did leave me wondering how decisions are made within the group. A true democracy? Or are some members more important than others? My brother ranked them in order of importance just for fun but I don't think that would ever work for a band to be successful. Anyway, my dreams to be a drummer for a rock band when I grow up continue to live on!