Suboptimist

I’m Choking from Gnawing on the Ball.

This weekend I attended the Deftones concert with everybody’s favorite reverend. The show was originally booked for In the Venue, which is really strange considering that they must have sold more than one thousand tickets. What’s even stranger is where they moved it after they realized that a thousand people wouldn’t fit in a venue that probably holds no more than two hundred: The Salt Palace convention center. It wasn’t the worst place for a concert, but it seemed a little odd. Oddness aside, it felt wonderful to hear Deftones close their encore with the song “7 Words” in the same venue hosting the National Sheriff’s Association convention. Anybody familiar with Deftones knows why that is funny.

I don’t want to say the opening bands were bad performers, since it’s very hard to open for a big act (see The Like at the Muse concert last September). Fall of Troy has potential, but they clearly weren’t showing it. Direngrey, some Japanese death metal band, I suppose, had a decent sound, but couldn’t keep the attention of the crowd. Dan and I had our own little after party walking around Salt Lake and eating at Denny’s. We must have had the munchies following the contact high we surely received.

In a Past Life…

You Were: A Friendly Jester. Where You Lived: Central Africa. How You Died: Buried alive.