Kings of Leon -Fox Theater-10/9/07

So yeah, I was in the front row, hands on the stage, front row. It's hard for me to out into words what it was like there. Those of you who were there know what the fuck I'm talking about. And yes, that fuck was completely neccesary because those guys will rock your fucking balls off. Now I'm sure there are bands that rock as much as they do, The Strokes come to mind, but I don't think you could say anyone outdoes them. Now don't get worked up, I'm not saying they're better than Led Zeppelin or AC/DC, thats not what I'm talking about. I'm just saying of all the shows I go to now, these guys do it better than anyone else. They just work you into a frenzy and make everyone in the place rowdy as hell. Their show at the Tabernacle a few months ago was more condusive to their style because it was general admission and everyone in there was all sweaty and fired up, but this one was pretty amazing too. Aside from the 41 year old douche behind me asking me where my seats were and telling me he didn't pay "alot" of money to have some coon (he didnt really get racial, I just wanted to villianize him more) dancing in front of him blocking the stage, the show was perfect.
The bassist and I even had a special moment. During McFearless we made eye contact and he smiled at me like, "yeah yeah I'm killing this shit". Now I'm aware that mentioning this is uncool and slightly homo-erotic, but hey, man crushes and broners happen, deal with it.
There were almost too high many high points to mention any, but I remember Trani being kick ass and the entire encore was pretty hot. They started with Knocked Up and went straight into Charmer and had everyone screaming "Ahhhh, she's such a charmer, ohhh noo-oo" at the top of their lungs. They closed with So Night, So Long and when they were done yours truly got a drumstick from Nathan Followill himself.
After the show we were all too jacked up to go home and we went next door to Bazaar to get a drink and who walks in but the Kings. Obviously I didn't talk to them, I mean what would I say? I think I learned my lesson about talking to rock stars from Carina Round. But I could have, could have, if I had wanted to. I didn't talk to them, but I did the next best thing: I got stinking drunk rock star style. I would tell you more but thats about when
showed up. Now I know that looks like the grim reaper but its actually his nephew Ralph. He's waiting for his uncle to retire to take his job but for now instead of killing you he just makes you blackout, have a $100 bar tab and wake up in your bed the next day feeling like dogshit. Atleast I'm still alive, and from what I remember, I had a blast.