I haven't posted in what seems to be eons, but I had a slightly thrilling experience that past weekend which I feel warrants a post. We checked out the bad asses in capes and skin tight jeans known as Ghostland Observatory at the new House of Blues in Dallas this past Saturday.
The evening wore on, they finally took the stage by 11pm after the longest DJ set in history complements of DJ Dr Jack. We sat in the balcony and after consuming copious amounts of vodka soda, I was already jumping back and forth by my seat. No matter how close or far you sat, you could not help but to get really into it, front man Aaron Behrens was shaking what his mama gave him with moves that would make even the most seasoned of club going booty shakers blush.
When they took the stage for their encore performance, I made up my mind that I need to get closer to all the action and migrated downstairs and found myself in the very front just 2 feet from the stage with only a metal rail partition separating me from my new dancing, gyrating idol. His performance whipped the crowd into a frenzy.
The crowd watched on as one female managed to climb over the hurdle and onto the stage. She made a mad dash to Aaron, stole a quick kiss on the cheek than ran off the stage. The crowd grew wilder after we all witnessed a fans dare devil attempts to show her affection for her beloved musical crush.
As the crowd continued to roar, security apparently wasn't sure what to make it of at first and took no immediate action. After a matter of seconds another girl escaped from the crushing pack below onto the stage and started to dance with the band, then another, then another, then it was like someone opened up the teeny bopper flood gates and young females ran rampant.
I sat there in awe thinking these chicks have balls and wondering who would be the first to take the tumble from stage back into the crowd. A random girl that I was chatting (yelling) with earlier that had already made her ascent up onto the stage yelled back at me to "come on! come up here!!" I was thinking, well first of all my joints and muscles probably don't work as well as these females who were probably still in their mid teens do, but I mustered up all my strength and courage and found myself climbing over the partition onto the already packed stage. I looked out at the sea of faces and before I could stand up or think another jumbled thought, security had pulled me off while reprimanding me. So off I went back into the myriad of concert goers.
Ok so I never got as close the band as I wanted, but the way he was whipping the mic around like a lasso, maybe that was for my own good. It definitely wasn't a Courtney Cox dancing at the Bruce Springsteen concert moment, but that slight brush with authority late Saturday night was enough excitement for a semi-retired concert/club goer. :-)
