Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Nov. 29th, 2005 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fenchurchJust got back from seeing TSO in Seattle... wonderful concert! The music was incredible and they really know how to put on a show -- there were lights and lasers and fireworks and flames. It was a little weird in that the music is definitely rock, and yet it seemed more like going to the symphony. Made for a strange sort of experience, though it was not unlike the Bond concert we went to awhile back.
However, Key Arena is not the most comfortable of venues -- there's about twice as much room in your average coach-class airline seat. The worst part was that the guy next to me (the stranger, not![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rackham) had apparently decided that the armrest between us was all his, which meant his shoulder was over in my seat (and, technically, Rackham did the same thing, but at least with him, I could lean on him a bit). So, until I got a little more aggressive about my space in the second half of the show, I spent the concert scrunched up as much as possible. My shoulders are still sore.
Oh, yeah... and Mr. Personal Space Invader kept talking on his cellphone during the concert. I caught him at it three different times. Okay, yeah, the conversations were mercifully short, but it's a concert for crying out loud, turn off your friggin' phone.
Bonus on the way home: we detoured around the bulk of the traffic heading for the freeway, searching for an alternate on-ramp (we ended up back at the one everyone else was using anyway, but still managed to make better time) and got to see where the two monorail trains are jammed together. Lots and lots of police and blinky lights... near as we could tell, they were working on separating them.
Oh, yeah, and some lovely slushy rain on the way home. I'm still not convinced we're actually going to get snow tonight, if only because the county has seriously prepared for it (they have sandtrucks at the ready and have fitted other trucks with snowplows).
However, Key Arena is not the most comfortable of venues -- there's about twice as much room in your average coach-class airline seat. The worst part was that the guy next to me (the stranger, not
rackham) had apparently decided that the armrest between us was all his, which meant his shoulder was over in my seat (and, technically, Rackham did the same thing, but at least with him, I could lean on him a bit). So, until I got a little more aggressive about my space in the second half of the show, I spent the concert scrunched up as much as possible. My shoulders are still sore.Oh, yeah... and Mr. Personal Space Invader kept talking on his cellphone during the concert. I caught him at it three different times. Okay, yeah, the conversations were mercifully short, but it's a concert for crying out loud, turn off your friggin' phone.
Bonus on the way home: we detoured around the bulk of the traffic heading for the freeway, searching for an alternate on-ramp (we ended up back at the one everyone else was using anyway, but still managed to make better time) and got to see where the two monorail trains are jammed together. Lots and lots of police and blinky lights... near as we could tell, they were working on separating them.
Oh, yeah, and some lovely slushy rain on the way home. I'm still not convinced we're actually going to get snow tonight, if only because the county has seriously prepared for it (they have sandtrucks at the ready and have fitted other trucks with snowplows).
