BT IN CONCERT!

Ok, I know I've been boring lately. For that, I apologize. BUT, every storm, has a calm before it hits, and that is what happened with me. And that storm, is BT, performing at the Shoreline this past Sunday.

BT, is my favorite DJ, who I learned about through my sister when I was ...19. A DJ, a Producer, a musician, and even a composer for movie scores, this guy is PHENOMENAL. Now, for some reason unknown to me, this guy rarely comes to my area. In the few times in the past 10 years he's come, nobody would go with me, and my sister would always flake out(Thanks Sis -.-)

Well, recently she shot me a email that he was coming, and right then and there, I bought my ticket, VIP online. It was on my bucket list to see him, and I was going, whether I was alone or not. Intel said he would be performing at 2:00 PM so I got up bright, early, and made the trip.

I stopped at a store, downed a red bull, scarfed some reeses and continued to journey since I knew food and water would be INSANELY OVERPRICED.

Well, parking was a breeze, I parked really close. I made my way into the VIP line , got in and was told the following: There is no backstage, and BT won't be performing, as per the flier, til 8:00 PM!

So, with my battery power low I decided to make the best of it. I watched some DJs performed, was front row, danced, got crazy, had a ball. Every 1 hour set or two I would refill up on water(It was 100 degrees that day), use facilities, down a iced lemonade or two.

At one point, I returned back to the Techno area to hear and see on stage 2 fat asian ladies in their 40s and some ugly black chick rapping/screaming at each-other. It was hilarious!

"What the hell is this...who the hell are they?" I asked as I watched from the rear of the crowd. They were rapping about something about how they are "mean bitches".

Hey, no need to tell me twice. I'll take your word for it, ladies! It was so horrible, it was funny. Seriously, I rank these ladies a notch below Lil Wayne, and to me, that guy (now anyway) is one of the worst rappers out there!

Then let's see....Dyloot spun..I've seen him a few times at Love parade and TechnoPop and he's pretty good. Then things got REALLY crazy when this DJ trio called "Toxic Avenger" began their set. One did all the work, the other two jumped around and got the crowd psyched. That's when the crowd surfing, moshing(in a techno concert, yes), began. It's also when I began to get crushed, squeezed, stomped, yanked on, and touched on every inch of my body by sweaty ass teenie boppers of both genders: yes, very disturbing.

Then, this guy named Dan Black performed, some kind of Pop Artist. "Who's that guy?" I asked some chick next to me in front row. "Dan Black and he's awesome!" she said.

Hmm.

Ok after watching him perform, let me save you the trouble of Wikipedia. Imagine Adam Levine from Maroon5. Imagine him having a British younger or older brother, who is arguably 50% bi sexual, on LSD (or some other happy drug) and you can't understand a damn thing he says. That's Dan Black for you. He also took the liberty of saying "Whats up San Francisco...I mean, oops. What's up Bay Area!" and then instead of saying "Thank you" at the end of his set, he said "Fuck you".

Wow.

Yeah, I know. I said the same thing.

So then finally, I made my preparations. I was going to be front row, for BT. End of story! No force other than God was going to stop me. I got up front early and man did things get packed. Really packed. And then he began!


It was a awesome show, and my Blackhawk 2-day Assault Pack came in handy in keeping people from crushing up against me from behind("I hope that's a girl who just grabbed my ass!"). One thing is, this er...Black Dude kept grabbing the Rescue Strap of my backpack and choking me. Or, he'd rest his arm on my shoulder. I was starting to get really pissed at him.

Then, I accidentally elbowed some chick in the chest. I heard someone just over my shoulder yell "XANDER" and I turned yelling "WHAT" at the top my lungs and BAM! Right into the left chest of some blonde. On the slim chance she's reading this: to the curvy blonde in the blue-white plad bikini top who I elbowed: SORRY!

I was able to video tape a mere 10-seconds of footage while he performed before security reached over the barrier and signaled to me I could not video tape. Fuck 'em!

And afterwards, I left and got into my car...only to discover I was now somewhat deaf with a ringing that is STILL in my ears. It's like a faint whine in my left, and I was told it'll go away in a few days...my hearings a bit off but I can tell it's getting better. It is ALOT better than it was: when I first got into my car my voice sounded like a Oompa Loompa on crack!

I have some photos, which I will post soon with some video. Stay tuned!

Until then,

Xander, out.