So I've been a huge fan of Foreigner for a long time. My all time favorite song is Juke Box Hero.
So when I heard they were coming to Dallas with Kid Rock I was beyond excited. I mean who doesn't love Kid Rock. I was all set to buy my ticket but Ashley said her friend was buying us all tickets and not to worry about it. I asked if she was sure and she said yes. So I put my faith in these people. The day before the concert I find out they aren't planning on picking us up until 10 minutes before the doors open. I suggest we go on without them but they have the tickets. I knew then and there that things were going to go south and sure enough, they did. They showed up late. We got to the concert a half hour after Foreigner took the stage. I didn't come for Kid Rock, I mean I'm a fan and all but I was there for Foreigner! Then the girl we were with wanted drinks before we found a place to sit and I hear in the distance Juke Box Hero start to play. I rush over to the grass so I can watch my song. It was amazing. I then saw three more songs before they left the stage. It was fun.
Now it was time to find everyone else. I had to track over the sold out concert up and down looking for them. Ashley didn't have her phone and I had no one else's number. I finally found them and wish I hadn't. They wouldn't shut the hell up. They kept yelling and screaming. Not about the songs or anything but about random shit. They were acting like we were in the fucking club. I could barely hear the concert I was at over their yelling. Kid Rock wasn't on the top of his game. His voice was giving out on him. But being the truly great artist that he is he still gave one hell of a show. If it wasn't for the annoying people I was with I would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more. On top of everything else they made us leave early. We missed the first half of the concert and they made us miss the ending as well. Why the hell did we even go? For the life of me I couldn't tell you.
If that wasn't bad enough, I lost my keys. The key to my apartment, the extra car key, the only mail key, the key to everything at my old job and the key to my old job's cash registers. I don't know why I still had those keys I haven't worked there in years but I still had them and now they are all gone. The concert wasn't the worst because of the performers but due to the company I kept. What a waste of a day.
Jonathan Gutheinz vents about everything under the sun.