My brother, twindaddy, and I went to a concert Wednesday night. It was a pretty good show. Lacey Sturm (the former lead singer of the band Flyleaf) opened things up. She was OK. Not great, but not too horrible. Certainly not the worst opening act we’ve ever seen.
Starset came on next. I like them. They have a number of good songs, so I was looking forward to seeing how they were live. They didn’t disappoint. They put on a good show. Other than a two songs from their newest album, they stuck with their older, more well-known songs. I was most excited for their final song, My Demons, because not only do I really like it, Baby E loves that song. So, I recorded some of it and sent it to my wife so she could play it for her. I got a text back saying that both my girls were singing along to it.
The headliner was Breaking Benjamin. They’ve been one of my favorite bands for a while now, but I really haven’t liked their newer stuff that much. Specifically, their latest album of new music, Ember. There’s something about it that just doesn’t sound right to me. I like the music. I like the vocals. But, for whatever reason, they don’t sound right together for me. I don’t know what it is.
Thankfully, they too played almost all older music. I loved it. They rocked out. Based on him talking in between songs, the lead singer is kind of a dork, but I won’t hold that against him too much.
As for the title of this post, it comes from the third band that played that night, Seether. I was actually looking forward to seeing them more than the other three bands. I’ve liked almost every song they’ve put out. Granted, there have been a few that weren’t great, but no one’s perfect. Back when burning CDs was still a thing, I once made a disc that had every song of theirs (up to that point) on it and could play the whole thing without having to skip any songs.
Now, whenever twindaddy and I go to a concert together, something strange always happens. Whether it’s some drunk guy talking to us while peeing on a dumpster when we’re walking to the venue or a very large man falling down some stairs and landing so hard we felt it a few rows over, there’s always something. Every. Single. Time. This concert was no different. Something happened this time too.
Ok. There actually was one difference. This time, I was recording when it happened.
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