doo·fus (dōō'fəs)
n. pl. doo·fus·es Slang
1. An incompetent, foolish, or stupid person.
2. Lawrence Gowan, lead singer of Styx.
[Perhaps blend of doof, fool (from Scots) and goofus, fool (from goof).]
Well, not really. I had a blast last night at the Styx/Def Leppard show although I am paying for it in spades today. Soooo tired. Styx was great but I must admit I don’t know really any of their stuff. Still they were very dynamic and entertaining. We were pleasantly surprised that Gowan played Criminal Mind, that was a lot of fun, but the guy is hilarious when interacting with the music. I’d call it dancing but it would be a disservice to all those who call dancing their profession. It looked more like he had just watched a kung fu movie and was lamely attempting to imitate what he had seen. He had a keyboard that spun around, which I just found out is a bit of a trademark of his. He even turned a around and played it backwards! (ooohh aaaah) From where we were sitting it looked like he was wearing a pirate shirt and a leather zipper tie with skin tight black jeans, and Gowan is a very narrow man. So yeah, the guy really was a doofus. In fact, now that I think of it, if you have ever seen the the “Strange Animal” video and thought he was dancing interpretively, he wasn’t, that just how he rolls… and leaps… and well… *sigh*
Come Sail Away was a real highlight, with a good chunk of the crowd breaking into Cartman voice, myself included and singing along… Come sail away with me… you guys!
I was talking with Paula though, and we got talking about how a band can play and play well, with some of the stuff being kinda sorta recognizable and if you don’t know them it still kinda becomes meh. I think it’s because part of a live show is the interaction and it’s tough to do that when you don’t know the songs. So Styx was good, but just didn’t hit me the way Def Leppard did because I just didn’t know them as well.
Joe and the boys on the other hand were in their usual awesome form and I thoroughly enjoyed my third trip to see them. They went a little more old skool than I have seen from them before, singing songs that were from Hysteria or earlier, which was great because they did a number of songs I havent seen them do live before. The vocals were tight but I could tell Joe was having voice issues, he sounded pretty rough when speaking to the audience and it cracked during a song but they still sounded great. The lights and video were just incredible, easily the best I have ever seen at a live show, engaging, entertaining, just an all around good performance. I had a ton of fun singing along and I hope I get to see them again, I don’t know that I’ll ever get sick of it.
I could have done without most of the other people there though. Our group was fun and having a good time, but there was a part of me that was feeling like I had somehow accidently sat in the pot smoking section. I have little experience with this at live shows. I have been blessed to sit in more sedate areas at concerts thus far. Last night I was astonished at the number of folks around me who felt the sudden desire to blaze up. What shocked me more was the age of the people doing it, I can only hope it was prescription for their arthritis. I think what bothers me more is the fact that it was an all ages show and in some cases young teens who were there with their parents where right next to a couple of tokers. It just strikes me as ignorant to do that and show little care for the people around you.
Which brings me to the people just down from us. The Barbapapas as they came to be known to my wife and I. I won’t go into why we called them that. They were far and away the most annoying group of people I have ever attended a show with. To start with they kept getting up and leaving and coming back, making 12 of us get up each time. In and out. They were drunk and admittedly kind of entertaining to watch but by the time the show was over I was ready to smack em. At one point one of the women thought she would rush the stage, she managed to just walk on past security and get down without trouble. Her boyfriend, knowing she was drunk and probably stoned (she had been one of the ones smoking) he thought he should go find her, so he heads down, talks to the security people who go and find her and tell her to get back to her proper section. This enraged the drunken woman and upon returning during the intermission she stopped talking to the boyfriend who had somehow managed to end up two rows down and, ignoring the lady directly in front of him who now had a face full of belly (I am not kidding, she looked like she was being mauled by a black beach ball in a leather vest, her boyfriend looked at a loss as to what to do. All of this was incredibly funny to watch as the woman looked totally horrified and the drunken goofball was totally oblivious), started pleading with his girl who promptly got up and left… again *sigh*. Other people we noticed were the couple grinding against each other so hard I could have turned a cedar board into a finely finished piece of furniture although I am fairly sure I would have lost a finger or two they were so… so… vigorous. There was the guy who took to doing calisthenics during the intermission, no doubt preparing for the rigorous workout to come up by the stage!
It was a great time all around despite the fact that I am now deafer than before (pun not intended) and dog tired this morning.
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