Yeah, so I know I've been gone...But I always end up coming back. And here I am. Crawling back to xanga like I was dying in the desert and xanga was a huge pool of water.
So anyways... YES!! I saw Stone Temple Pilots!! And it was...AWESOME.
Our July 2nd started with me and my friend embarking on an 8 hour trip to colorado! (only to make it in 4 hours)
The show was being held at Red Rocks Amphitheater... Yeah, an awesome outside venue!!
So, the opening band sucked...and they played way too long. I didn't bother on wasting memory card space on them.
Then the sun went down... The crowd starts yelling "STP! STP! STP! STP!" Then the lights hit the stage. At about this time, we're all yelling at the top of our lungs!
We all take bets on what the opening song is going to be... I said "Dead and Bloated" we were all wrong, it was "Big Empty."
We're all screaming and singing along with the band, which is good, and bad at the same time...I was recording video, and you can pretty much hear us through most of them. Oops.
So, even though it didn't feel like it... The band had been playing for 2 hours. They walk off stage, and everyone is wondering "Why the hell didn't they play 'Trippin on a Hole?'" Which I knew they had to play...but they were offstage for a while, and I got a little scared... But then I see Robert walk out on stage, and I knew it had to be done.
THE GUYS!! *not pictured Me!*
So the band jams out for a while, and Scott comes out. The lights explode as Trippin on a Hole starts playing... Gauna says I jumped about 8 feet up in the air during this time...which I probably did.
So, the show is over now... that bums me out, just a little. But hey, good things can't last forever. They all leave the stage, and we leave the venue.
Outside was fucking insane!! good thing I was drinking a little, or else all the people touching and standing so close to me would've really freaked me out!
So, we get in my friends car...dumbass people don't want to get out of the way as we back out. We start driving out of Red Rocks. I roll my window down, and about this time some guy hits my friends car with his hand and says something along the lines of "Next time you hit me, I'm going to get your plate number you mother fucker" I didn't let him finish, I flip him off, and he tries to drag me out of the car by grabbing my shirt. I scoot over and kick him in the shoulder, he lets go, and we leave.
Then we all crash out. Wake up early the next day. And leave Colorado with stories of STP for all of us to remember.
