So I went to Crue Fest at GM Place in Vancouver on Monday. All I have to say are two words: BAD and ASS. The lineup was Trapt, Sixx:A.M., Papa Roach, Buckcherry, and the mighty Crue. My buddy and I had the shittiest seats imaginable, but we stole some kickass seats about 20 feet from the stage, four rows up on stage left.
We completely missed Trapt, Sixx: A.M. was great, you could tell Nikki Sixx really likes just being the bass player in a band as opposed to Nikki fucking Sixx. Papa Roach was whatever; it was cool hearing 'Last Resort' and 'Between Angels and Insects' for middle school nostalgia's sake. Buckcherry was actually really awesome. They put on a good show and they sound way better live.
Between Buckcherry and Crue quite a bit happened. Kat Von D showed up (as she's banging Nikki Sixx) and hung out at the mixing board. For the first time in my life I looked out upon a floor and everybody was turned away from the stage lol. And there was just a bunch of other happenings, lots of babes and freaks to look at, what not.
So the lights go out, the audience goes nuts, and there's this weird narration over the PA. Behind the big black curtain, the silhouette of an angel in blue light walks towards the audience. She fades away and a demon bathed in red light shows up stage right. The angel shows up again and walks towards the demon. She gets on her knees and the demon turns to reveal a massive dick, which the angel then starts to...you know.
Suddenly, in comes the roar of Mick Mars' guitar, imitating a shifting car. He goes into the riff for 'Kickstart My Heart', the curtain drops, and fireworks go off. From then on the show was just awesomeness. Tommy was on top of his game like usual, Nikki took on his regular role as bassist/band leader/spokesman, Vince was spectacular, and he hit EVERY note. I was floored. The one person that truly blew me away though was Mick. Almost 60 and suffering from a degenerative bone disease, and that fucker could outplay me any day. I saw more tits than I've ever seen in my life, I sang along to every song, and had an awesome fucking night. They ended with a surprisingly sweet rendition of 'Home Sweet Home' (which i bought a Motley Crue lighter for specifically) and that was that.
After the show, I was walking behind the stadium and saw Vince fucking Neil getting into his bus. We locked eyes then some girls saw him, screamed, and he dove into the bus. As if that wasn't rock n' roll enough, when i walked past again, there was like 12 fucking chicks filing on to the bus, I called them all 'Groupie Whores!' to cheers and applause, and gave Vince's bus a pat on the fender.
Amazing. I plan on seeing it every year. I hope that the first time I don't see it from the audience is because I'm on stage
