A rare occasion has brought me to publish this entry.
The Jonas Brothers World Tour 2009 Los Angeles Staples Center.
That's right, I'am proud to say that I am a survivor. Despite the fact that my ears were blown out before the concert even started due to the shrieks of 20,000 female teenage fiends worshiping three brothers who turned in their mediocre new jersey lives for stardom and two rolling stone covers while sporting their chastity rings, and despite that their music makes me cringe and their ever-changing uptown/downtown collage of outfits induce optical illusions and nausea upon viewers of legal age, I will give them this: their show was outstanding. Forget the pop-rock riffs and terribly scripted dialogue on stage; they had fucking foam guns, rotating and elevating platforms, a rain machine that rained words, phrases, and the Jonas Brothers crest, and for god's sake a fuckin TRAMPOLINE on stage. I'd say it was comprable to a cirque de soleil show, or even Celine Dion in Las Vegas (I have not been to Celine, I'm just sayin'...)
If you ask me if I would do it again? No; once is enough. Would I pay a hundred bucks to watch my 14 year old sister sing her heart out with her two best friends and drop her inhibitions of being a teeny-bopper to engage in this global cult of JoBro fandom? Well I guess the damage is done.
Next musical ventures:
Soco Music Experience -- Ghostland Ob.
HOB - Atmosphere.
Del Mar Races -- Devo.
Street-Scene San Diego.
The Pixies -- Doolittle Tour.
