So, how was journey?
So. I went to a Journey concert the other day. It's official: my concert virginity is gone. I have officially been indoctrinated into the world of live-shows and sweaty crowds and overpriced booze. What did the Journey concert look like? Well, picture this: me, chubby, sweaty, sandwhiched between my mother - a short Greek woman with long black hair and glasses, who looks like she could be a kindly witch - and my father - a tall, scrawny man-child with ape hands and Angus Young hair - clutching onto my overpriced concert beer for dear life while, in the forefront, a band that was supposed to be Journey but was most decidedly not tried -and mostly failed- to engage the crowd of ten-thousand that sprawled before them. It was a hot damn mess. In case you didn't know, several of the original members of Journey have come and gone, and the band that was once fantastic and catchy is mostly, well, incoherent... Maybe it was the heat, or the five and a half beers, or the shitty aco...