On Saturday afternoon Shane and a bunch of friends and I caught a bus to go watch Kings Of Leon, a band that over the last few years I’ve lost love for because of a little episode that involved Shane surprising me with tickets to Spain to watch them at a festival for my birthday. I loved them and so it was the best damn gift ever, until we waited about 5 hours in a squashed up crowd that was so hectic that my feet weren’t even touching the ground and we were swaying from side to side waiting to be trampled on. It was horrible, girls were crying and fainting, I had an anxiety attack and after hours of trying our hardest to stick it out, Kings of Leon didn’t come out because and WAIT FOR IT, the wind was blowing too hard. So yes, we flew all the way to Spain to feel like jam in the middle of a white bread sandwich just so that we could not watch one of our most favourite bands perform live. My love turned to hate and ever since then The Kings of Lamos were, to put it mildly, dead to me.
So going on Saturday was a big step and I’m so happy to report that not only did they actually show up, even though the heavens were threatening to burst, they played a really good show and I got to dance my nuts off to what used to be some of my most favourite songs ever. So I was happy and the majority of the stadium were super happy when they played ‘Sex on fire’, it made me laugh when I thought about how many people (like the 2 below, who just by the way after I took that photo, flick-flacked past us and then smiled in our direction, it was awesome) there probably had no idea how many songs KOL actually have other than ‘Sex on fire’. In fact I’m sure they were pretty confused and disappointed that that song wasn’t the only song they were performing over and over again. Oh man.
Did any of you guys go? Did you enjoy yourselves?