The Barber Bunch: The Used

(this is us before heading out to the concert)

I mentioned in a recent post how I won tickets to a concert. I had the choice when I won the tickets. I could either go to The Used, Dashboard Confessionals, Rob Zombie, or to a haunted house. Not being a big fan of haunted houses, I opted for a music concert. I am a horrible decision maker, especially when it has to be quick. I decided on The Used.

Their latest album...seriously?

Mark and I decided to go because, well, it was free! Might as well get out by ourselves and hang out. I must be old or something. No, I'd like to think of it as mature. It was an...interesting crowd. As is usual with most concerts, it's a very interesting bunch. There are the weirdos and the normal looking people. And the very ooolllddd people that you are surprised to see there. I felt old/mature because I was annoyed that the main band didn't play until 10 when it started at 7:30. I felt old/mature because Mark and I pretty much sat in the corner for most of the time. I felt old/mature because we didn't join in song and dance and jumping and moshing along with everyone else the SECOND The Used showed up (wait...I never enjoyed moshing-except that one time with you Jill! I'm still sorry you got stepped on so much while wearing flip-flops). When they started setting up for The Used, Mark and I found a nice post to lean up against where we had a decent view. However, we picked a post in Mosterville. There were giants everywhere. We were lucky to get some decent glimpses here and there though. The monster giants surrounded us and Mark and I were almost smushed into oblivion! At least the crazy-jumping-man-that-pushed-his-way-in-front-of-us-and-swung-his-sweaty-long-hair-into-Mark's-face-as-he-sang-and-moshed-with-no-one (the monsters weren't much on moshing, luckily) turned to Mark and said "sorry homie." There's some manners. I decided this was more of a date to people-watch then to enjoy a concert. There were the girls dressed like it was 120 degrees outside instead of 30. There was the 13 year old girl with a 12 inch high red mohawk. There was the 55 year old lady wearing the Marilyn Manson shirt. And there was the 50-60 year old man with gray hair and a blue polo that I pointed out to Mark. Oh waiiiiit, that was the singer's dad. Yessiree Bob, his dad was there. His name is Ed. We all said hello to him about 5 minutes after I pointed him out to Mark. That was right before they sang a song that was all about sex. Needless to say, we left 30 minutes into The Used's set. At least they sang a few of their old songs that I do like. I remain firm in my opinion of them-talented, a few good songs, but basically I am not going to support them ever ever again. Maybe I should have gone with the Rob Zombie tickets....