Friday, May 20, 2005 :::

Episode III was pretty good.

No more, no less.

Fairly crappy dialogue (watered down for younger audiences, perhaps?) plagued the movie, and I felt that the moment of, and primary catalyst for, Anakin's final turn to the Dark Side was kinda weak and abrupt. Maybe that's because Hayden Christensen is suuuuch a whiney little bitch of an actor and couldn't manage to make Anakin's change (and all that led up to it) believable. Whatever. General Grievous kicked serious ass, Obi Wan was excellent, and Yoda was, of course, amazing. So don't get me wrong - I enjoyed the film thoroughly, and think it to be the most enjoyable of all the Episodes. But it was far from perfect, far from achieving the level of epic grandeur inherant in other cinematic closers - namely, Return of the King. God I love that movie.

So I don't want to sound like Hayden Christensen and cry over spilt milk, but I was wondering: "Who visits this blog anymore?" And I decided on a way to find out. I was listening to my Zen Extra and remembered one of my most favorite moments ever experienced at a concert, and I thought it'd be cool for us all to reminisce. Though I'm not sure of who visits here, I know that most of you enjoy concerts and shows...so let's share some memories, shall we? I'll go first.

I think it was the summer or early fall of 1999. A few of you may remember... We went to the House of Blues to see Sevendust with Skunk Anansie and Staind - there was one other band with them, but I'm not sure if it was Powerman 5000 or Spineshank. Anyway, it's irrelevant - Skunk Anansie stole the show with amazing stage presence and musical accuracy. The energy exhuded by lead singer Skin was intimidating as she ran from one end of the stage to the other, swinging the mic stand in frantic motions that must have made her bandmates scared for their lives. Skin is quite the woman - a bold, black bisexual, fronting an aggressive rock band, sporting a shaved head and an outfit consisting of trash bags, leather, and denim, if I remember correctly. During Skunk's performance, Skin stood up on the metal, fence-like barricade between the stage and the crowd - an action that prompted all of us to reach out towards her. In order for Skin to balance on the railing, she had to hold an audience member's outstretched hand - and the hand that she chose belonged to me. She held my hand for the entire, blissful performance of "We Don't Need Who You Think You Are," which has become my favorite track off of the band's final record, Post Orgasmic Chill. I remember looking back at Melo, who was just as surprised and excited as I was. The moment lasted around four minutes, but it was so surreal, and I can reach back to it like it was yesterday. It was truly awesome.

So that's the idea. Think back on your collective concert-going experiences and find one that stands out more vividly than the rest. I think it'd be an exercise that we all could enjoy...

Favorite Power Metal bands: Kamelot, Dragonforce, Masterplan, Heavenly.

Hope to see everyone soon; again, we need to break this place in! The party room is almost finished!

::: posted by AJBrotz at 10:14 AM

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