Well, let's just say that he FINALLY gave me the keys to my handcuffs and I crawled, spent and throbbing back to the world I once called home. Not buying it? Not even the spent part? No? Ok, well a girl can dream.
The pocket sized rock god did not disappoint.
Ok so I had to wait in line with and pressed up against ugly people for over 2 hours. And I drank a 40 of beer out of a can as my dinner. And then I had to stand through barely pubescent glam rock posers and the awful Creed wannabe's until my ears bled. Then there was the fact that he's maybe 5'6" in Prince heels. Oh and their set was only 50 mins despite having over 70 mins of songs on their album. Bygones. It was worth it. I swear.
6 letters best describe my night, S-E-X G-O-D. Plain and simple. And apparently, so is his band. Hubba Hubba. Oh yeah, they sounded great too. But if that was all I cared about, I could have sat at home listening to my iPod over and over. As Clara Peller once said "Show me the the beef!" Or was that Cuba Gooding Jr?
Check it out here.
Part II of The Daughtry Stalking Tour from Phoenix next week. Same time. Same blog.
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