Caution: Long post ahead!
Incubus at 6,500 feet. That’s what I saw Wednesday night. Well, technically they were at about 6,360 ft and Lindsey and I were about 100 feet above them, but 6500’s close enough. Now I’m a big fan of Incubus, and luckily Lindsey likes them too. Naturally, we wanted to see them live, because there’s just something about live performances that you don’t get out of listening to the album or even watching performance videos. If I were the type to wax poetic, I’d say it’s about being surrounded by the sweat and smoke and feeling the bass in your chest. About watching the teens in tube tops dancing with exquisite self-awareness and catching the sideways glances at them from the aging men in polos and khakis. About driving home with your ears ringing, tired and smiling and reeking of stale beer. It’s a good thing I’m not that kind of guy. Well, we thought the concert would be just like any other we’d been to, but we were sadly mistaken. It’s the kind of story that deserves a “little did they know” type of introduction.
Ted and Lindsey set out for the town of Morrison, CO expecting a night of music and revelry. LITTLE DID THEY KNOW the horrors they would face…at the Blood Red Rocks…or something like that. Continue reading “<span class="entry-title-text">Redefining the nosebleeds</span>” »