I Only Wish The Good Times Could Last A Little Longer...
The Social Distortion show on Monday night was everything I expected and then some. There's something really great about a rock band that lets the music do the talking. Just the bare minimum on stage & they crank it up and let it rip. Social D is a highly underrated band, both in sales and influence.
Anyway, some observations:
The crowd was eclectic. There were plenty of guys with receding hairlines (not unlike the lead singer) who brought their kids and there were plenty of fraternity boys and their dates looking for something to do on Halloween.
There were some pretty nice vehicles in the parking lot. Ex-punks apparently have done pretty well for themselves if Hummer 2's and flashy sports cars are in the lot.
Props to the guy behind me who came to the show with his oxygen cannister. He's gotta be serious about his rock and roll to do that.
The leather jackets with all the metal hoops & studs with the punk band buttons on them looked more like Halloween costumes than serious fashion. The punk look didn't hold up too well, I don't think. Besides, Social Distortion's look was always Dickies, loafers and black t-shirts...more Californian, not British.
When a girl sat on a guy's shoulders and lifted her shirt, the lead singer laughed and said, "Honey, you're at the wrong place to be doing that. This ain't no Motley Crue show." Nice punk sensibilities. He also encouraged everyone not to go in to work on Tuesday, "Just call your boss on your Razor phone and tell him you saw Social D. He'll understand."
The Granada made a bundle on alcohol. We were in the first row of the balcony (best seats in the house, if you ask me) above one of the bars...and the bartenders were hitting the touch screens for three solid hours ringing up $3.50 as fast as they could sell it. T-shirts and parking also did well financially, too...I'm sure of it.
Watching your daughter go to great pains to save the "Under 21" bracelet they put on her and not washing off the big, black "x" on each hand to have the story to tell to her friends reminded me of my middle school days. Half the fun was being able to tell your friends the story the next day and those are some pretty nice conversation starters.
The cop wouldn't let me bring my camera in...which seems like a silly rule these days with the proliferation of cell phones that have camera/video capability.
I could've stayed another hour because there were about 10 songs I wished they'd played, but their set list was pretty well dispersed over the entire career.
Anyway, here's a couple of photos to highlight the night:
Kelsey and I before the show
The best way possible to spend Halloween
The Social Distortion show on Monday night was everything I expected and then some. There's something really great about a rock band that lets the music do the talking. Just the bare minimum on stage & they crank it up and let it rip. Social D is a highly underrated band, both in sales and influence.
Anyway, some observations:
The crowd was eclectic. There were plenty of guys with receding hairlines (not unlike the lead singer) who brought their kids and there were plenty of fraternity boys and their dates looking for something to do on Halloween.
There were some pretty nice vehicles in the parking lot. Ex-punks apparently have done pretty well for themselves if Hummer 2's and flashy sports cars are in the lot.
Props to the guy behind me who came to the show with his oxygen cannister. He's gotta be serious about his rock and roll to do that.
The leather jackets with all the metal hoops & studs with the punk band buttons on them looked more like Halloween costumes than serious fashion. The punk look didn't hold up too well, I don't think. Besides, Social Distortion's look was always Dickies, loafers and black t-shirts...more Californian, not British.
When a girl sat on a guy's shoulders and lifted her shirt, the lead singer laughed and said, "Honey, you're at the wrong place to be doing that. This ain't no Motley Crue show." Nice punk sensibilities. He also encouraged everyone not to go in to work on Tuesday, "Just call your boss on your Razor phone and tell him you saw Social D. He'll understand."
The Granada made a bundle on alcohol. We were in the first row of the balcony (best seats in the house, if you ask me) above one of the bars...and the bartenders were hitting the touch screens for three solid hours ringing up $3.50 as fast as they could sell it. T-shirts and parking also did well financially, too...I'm sure of it.
Watching your daughter go to great pains to save the "Under 21" bracelet they put on her and not washing off the big, black "x" on each hand to have the story to tell to her friends reminded me of my middle school days. Half the fun was being able to tell your friends the story the next day and those are some pretty nice conversation starters.
The cop wouldn't let me bring my camera in...which seems like a silly rule these days with the proliferation of cell phones that have camera/video capability.
I could've stayed another hour because there were about 10 songs I wished they'd played, but their set list was pretty well dispersed over the entire career.
Anyway, here's a couple of photos to highlight the night:
Kelsey and I before the show
The best way possible to spend Halloween
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