Geo and I went to the Aerosmith concert last night at Jones Beach, using the tickets he got me as an anniversary present. I'm really tired as a result (not so much as Geo though, thanks to bullshit traffic on the LIE it took us 4 hours to go 60 miles.) So since I'm tired I'm going to cop out of the whole using segues thing and just list my thoughts...
1. I counted:
-12 Indian people (or 6, depending on if the ones we saw outside were the same ones that were two sections over inside.) And by "Indian" people I meant curry not cornmeal.
-7 Asian people (including us, one of the cops in the parking lot and the guy who worked the Starbucks stand. By the way, who the fuck goes to a rock concert and drinks a Mocha Frappacino.)
-3 black people (including the ticket scalper)
-0 Spanish or to use non-East Coast terminology "Hispanic" people (this number should have been 2 since our friends Carlos and Liana were supposed to go with us but flaked.)
-14,582 white people
2. The chic in front of us was annoying as hell. You could tell she was one of those people that liked hard rock when she was younger and decided to attend the concert as a lark. As a result she spent half the concert pretending to be too cool to enjoy it and the other half singing along. She was also quite possibly the biggest dork ever. Which is what happens when you're 29 and your mom still picks your clothes out. The two guys she was with were also coked out to hell but she had no idea. She just thought they were really funny. Go home little girl before you hurt yourself.
3. I love them but Aerosmith's new album sounds like that crappy music that fat white guys in Louisiana play, while in some place referred to as "the bayou." This unpleasant phenomenon was exacerbated by the fact that Steven Tyler pulled some chic up onstage to line dance with him. But what can you expect from an album titled Honking On Bobo, which is apparently bayou-speak for "Album that blows." Then again, I'm a Filipino chic in Jersey City so I have zero appreciation for rock blues or rockabilly or whatever the hell it's called.
4. They played: Love In An Elevator.Cryin.Jaded.Toys In The Attic.Sweet Emotion.Dream On.The Other Side.Livin On The Edge.Same Old Song And Dance.Walk This Way
They didn't play (which they played when we went 2 years ago): I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing.Crazy.Rag Doll.Janie's Got A Gun.What It Takes
They both times didn't play: Angel.Amazin
Geo was especially happy about them playing: Jaded
But especially mad about them not playing: What It Takes
I was especially happy about them playing: Cryin
But especially mad about them not playing: Rag Doll
5. We don't actively get lifted anymore but last night we got passively lifted. I haven't gotten a contact high like that since 1997, when me, Prency and Eric hotboxed down Route 17 on our way to pick up our friend Alvin from the San Jose Airport. Oh right. That was Eric that had the contact high. Never mind.
6. Steven Tyler yelled out "I'm gonna be a grandfather!!" which was super cute as hell. I had read in the news before we left for the concert that his daughter Liv Tyler is pregnant with her and her husband's first child. But I forgot to make the connection. His exuberant yell reminded me, but guitarist Joe Perry kind of ruined it when he leaned over and said "It's not like it's your first time." He was probably alluding to any grandchildren Tyler might have as a result from being on the road for 29 years. Way to be an ass and ruin "my" moment.
7. We had an awesome time, but will probably skip their next concert if they release an album right before it. When we went in 2002 it was THE BOMB because they pretty much played every good song they've had in almost 3 decades worth of albums. Here are some pics for you guys, taken with Geo's not-the-greatest resolution camera phone:
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