Musical changes to the blog--Adam Lambert :)

So I've decided to change this from a personal venting station about stupid crap that people do in relationships to a music blog.

Just so you know, I have a very vast taste in music. One day I'll be in the mood for a Top 40 pop playlist, the next I'll be listening to screamo rock. It's all based on my mood.

My friend inspired me to write this blog, because she did the exact same thing earlier. She wrote up her own review on an Adam Lambert concert, from her personal experiences.

I was one of the lucky kids who got in early with a Fan Club ticket, so I got a decent spot on the floor, if you couldn't tell by the picture. It was hell trying to get to the concert before general admission kids got in though. My friend, Ebony, got off work an hour later than she thought she would. We also had to meet up with Della, the woman we were buying Ebony's ticket off of. Della was already lined up to get in with the Fan Club when Ebony finally got in my car.

The biggest pain the butt was parking in downtown Columbus. Not only was there the Adam show, but the Columbus Clippers had a game next door at Huntington Park. I thought I was going to cry when I just couldn't find a place to park and my stilettos decided to stick in the hole on my floor mat every time I shifted gears. Eventually I did get a parking spot about a block away from the LC Pavilion and squeezed past the line to a police officer who let me in just in time.

I was in my spot ready to watch some Adam Lambert, but of course I had to wait through the opening acts. One happened to be American Idol Season 8 alum, Allison Iraheta, and the other was Orianthi, probably best known for her single, "According to You" and her stint as Michael Jackson's guitarist for his This Is It tour.

I was curious about Allison's set. I liked "Friday I'll Be Over U," but hadn't heard the rest of her album. Her show definitely turned me on to her music though. With rocker riffs and her raspy voice, it immediately hooked me. Her cover of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" was un-be-lieve-able. I will say that after coming home and downloading her album, I like her show a lot better than her recordings. But, I still would love to see her live again.

It was during this set that I was molested (not literally). This group of 50-somethings was standing in front of us, and the woman directly in front of me had a huge purse. We're talking full size. She would've been fine if she would've stood still during the show, but she kept swaying back and forth, dancing to Allison's songs. This prompted her over-sized purse to repeatedly graze my chest, not a comfortable thing. Thankfully she realized this after the set, and it stopped. But let this be a lesson: invest in a small clutch or wristlet for concerts. Big purses are a NO-NO.

There was some commotion between the opening acts that I thought was hilarious. Some buff, gargantuan frat boy decided that he was going to try and get to the front of the stage for Orianthi. You do not mess with these women and their Adam Lambert spots. Enough people were yelling and protesting his movement towards the stage that it prompted the security guards to forcibly remove him from the crowd. I couldn't resist the urge to yell, "Congratulations on being the first douche bag to be thrown out of an Adam Lambert concert!"

Anyways, Orianthi, on the other hand, was disappointing. Amazing guitarist, but not a great performer. It was so boring to see her just stand there and sing with her guitar in hand. If I wanted to see that I'd go to a coffee shop show. The only movement she made besides walking to one side of the stage or the other was during her new single, "Shut Up and Kiss Me." She and her band members swayed back and forth together. I had to turn to Ebony and my friend, Layne, and say, "Oh my God she moved!"

By the end of Orianthi's show it was blazing hot in the LC with dozens of people standing on the floor. I had eaten a few of Ebony's french fries earlier, but it did not help my low sugar levels. I felt like I was going to pass out. In my mind I was pushing myself to get through it. I knew as soon as Adam came on I would feel fine.

While everyone was waiting in the humidity and heat for Adam's set, I would hear sporadic shrieks and screams from audience members on the other side of the stage. I was clueless on what exactly was happening besides the fact that a guy in a red shirt kept crossing the stage. I looked curiously at Layne, who told me it was Adam's brother, Neil, that was making the girls freak out. I'm not exactly sure why they were yelling for him, but whatever.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and I, along with the rest of the crowd, freaked. "For Your Entertainment" started to play over the speakers, but...no Adam. I figured he'd pop out of nowhere for the chorus or something, but nothing. The band set themselves up, along with the dancers. Still no Adam.

The song ended and I had this "WTF" look on my face. Then it goes from pitch black to a glowing red, I hear "Voodoo," a song from his Remixes and see Adam slowly rise from the floor. So many camera flashes were going off at this point that I actually felt bad for Adam. I couldn't imagine what he was seeing up there.

He abruptly went from "Voodoo" to my absolute favorite song of his, "Down the Rabbit Hole." The trippy, Alice in Wonderland-inspired song pulled out the dance mood for everyone. And his outfit fit the part of the Mad Hatter perfectly. He had a giant hat with a script "A" on it, as well as a fuzzy trench coat, with fringe on the arms of course. The weirdest thing, he had no shoes on!

As amazing as Adam's fast tracks are, the slower songs were beyond beautiful. "Soaked" and "Broken Open" were my favorites of the night.

After the show I was ready to go eat something, but not after I bought a t-shirt, which took a good half an hour.

Let me tell you the #1 thing about going to concerts...dress for the weather and be prepared to stand for a long time. I used to frequent rock concerts, so I should've done just that. Stupid me, I styled my hair and wore jeans along with some 3 1/3 inch stilettos. Not the smartest thing I've ever done. My previously curled hair was flatter than Holland and my feet were beet red by the end of the show. Note for my next concert, flat-iron the hair and flats, or sensibly short heels.

In the end, I will be attending another Adam Lambert show when I can afford it and will be better prepared. Next concert is this weekend--three local bands at the Vineyard Cafe in Bellefontaine!