Breakin' the law,
breakin' the law

So, I touched this yesterday. Not Rob Halford, but his motorcycle. I heard from someone that he didn't want the hands looking at him, so I leered from monitor world, nodding my head, whispering, "bring it, Halford." He did not bring it. But, I touched his motorcycle. It's real, but has no gasoline. It's sorta pushed out onto stage.
That was the highlight of my 16+ hours working Ozzfest. And it happened about 2 hours in.
I also met the guitarist from Black Label Society, Zakk Wylde's band. I met the one that wasn't Zakk Wylde.
Alot of the people in these bands are older than I expected. Sabbath, wow, yeah. The members of Priest look like the guys that work in music stores, the ones that "gig" on the weekends.
I also had the priviledge of seeing countless amounts of kids, dressed all in black (black longsleeve shirts, black heavyweight rave jeans, dyed black hair, black knee-high boots) walking around while the sun hung in a cloudless sky, while the humidity felt somewhere around 50%. It was hot in the shade wearing shorts, it was much hotter for these kids. They looked like shit around 4:30, especially the ones that had been there since 9 am.

posted by beta at 9/01/2004 09:13:00 AM