Well. It's been a long time since Steph and I had a blog post. To be honest, it's been bothering me. But at the same time, we've been VERY busy. Between school, work, and everything in between, we just haven't had time to update or blog. (And you'd think there wouldn't be that much in between because we live so close to work... but you'd be wrong.) There have been a few things that seemed like it would be appropriate to write in a blog. But today came the one thing that I am willing to stay up a little late for to tell the world about.
Stephanie and I just barely got home. We left work at 5:00 PM and ran some quick errands before setting off for West Valley. If you know me, then chances are, you know I hate driving in Salt Lake City. But this time it was almost all freeway travel. There are only a few things that will get me to drive in Salt Lake - and this was most certainly one of them. We pulled into the E Center - which it seemed like everyone else on the road was doing the same. I made sure I had my tickets ready. On the way, a road sign said there was a winter storm from 4:00 to 9:00 Tuesday. Steph and I would later realize that the sign was talking about tonight. It was only raining when we got out of the car. We hurried up the steps, past a long time of people, and inside. We found our seats (with a little difficulty) and waited. The lights went dark. My heart raced. I'd been waiting for four months for this moment. People cheered. And Silversun Pickups took the stage.
They were terrible. Stephanie described the lead-singer best when she said he sounds like the "flat-top" girl at the end of the first Ghostbusters movie. Their mix was really bad too. Then the lead singer began to talk to us. It was riddled with the "F" word. I cannot describe my deep and passionate hatred of that word. I was sickened by his ignorance of such a base, foul, and degrading thing. If I had come to see them, I would have left then and there. But they soon were done and things went back to normal. We sat for some time... I regretted having not brought in the camera. After about twenty minutes, the lights dimmed once more. The cheers of the crowd were incredible. I cheered too. I was too excited.
There were three pillars that looked like skyscrapers. The lights started to come on in the windows. Then they morphed into people walking up the stairs. Then the people started to fall down. The music grew louder and louder. The crescendo was echoed by the crowd in anticipation. Then the music hit. The cloth surrounding the towers fell and inside the towers were three of the greatest musicians I have ever come across: Muse.
Matthew Bellamy (center), Christopher Wolstenholme (left) and Dominic Howard (right) have offically entertained Stephanie and I until our ears are ringing, voices are gone, and legs are sore. They started the concert with the new song "Uprising" followed by "Resistance." I think everyone in the world is sick of both of these songs because they play them so much on the radio. Stephanie and I refused to listen to them on the radio - or on our ipods specifically so we wouldn't fall into this category.
I must explain - for those of you who don't know - Muse is one of the best bands out there because they are classically trained. If you don't believe me, listen to "Butterflies and Hurricanes." They know how to make the music give you the chills and feed emotion. Their music is very energetic and their live performance was BY FAR one of the most enjoyable things I've ever been able to watch. However, if you are new to Muse, you must understand that their music can get rather political. So you have to be prepared to hear about a few political issues. But even then, the music is awesome. I think I officially lost my voice when I heard a specific interlude. It is on their album and so I knew what was coming next. It was a song called Hysteria. DANG! I've never heard a bass player do anything like that. And it was so much better live. Normally you can't say that about bands - but you can about Muse.
In short it was awesome. The drive home was death because the parking lot reminded me of a certain hot place frozen over... and the drive home was slow because of the snow. But I'd do it all again. But I may not be able to hear you for the next week if you try and talk to me.
