So, looking back on my concert post, I see that for such an interesting time, I sure didn’t elaborate very much! Now that I have a few minutes
We left Salem late and managed to get the to the concert around 7:45; though the concert was scheduled to start at 7:30, we didn’t miss the opening. Everyone was still filing in. Whew!
I called my friend Danny, just on the off chance he was going to show up at this show too (we stumbled into each other at the Evanescance concert). I left him a message, then as soon as we got around to our seats, we ran into his sister Kristen and brother Steven! I suppose that counts
The show started with a trailer for Zombie’s new flick “Werewolf Women of the SS”, starring Nicholas Cage. Oh my.
Rob Zombie, in his subtle idiom, stepped out of the red-lit smoky mouth of a monster. Zombie’s show was, pretty simply, lots of fire; loud, incomprehensible singing; and big video screens flashing clips from cartoons, horror movies and naked women. Zombie said he wanted to make the great big room feel more intimate, so he jumped offstage, took a green spotlight and walked the length of the Center floor, shining the light on fans before going back to the stage and finishing his last song. Very cool.
Ozzy’s set begin with a prolonged clip from “Il fortuna” as well as skits of Ozzy being cut into scenes from Lost (which was a total spoiler for us), The Office, Entourage, and a horrible horrible scene from Borat. Then, the curtain dropped to reveal Ozzy and his band, including Zakk Wylde on guitar. He played lots of his new stuff, as well as some classic Ozzy and Sabbath. “Bark at the Moon”, “Changes” and “Mama I’m Coming Home” were the ones I was happiest to hear. He closed out with “Paranoid”. There is something charming about a 59 year old guy trying to rock out
, and very silly, too. He’s just awesome. The biker guy a few rows over felt a real kinship with Ozzy, and was happy to make sure everyone know how big a fan he was. Lara seemed to especially appreciate Zakk Wylde’s solo, which was basically a one-man jam session.
After the last song, Zombie came out with Ozzy. It’s too bad they didn’t play together, but they did both pretend to drop dead during a fireworks display.
Note to all homemade t-shirt vendors: no one wants to buy your crappy t-shirts. We wouldn’t buy them outside the arena, and we certainly won’t buy them when you walk up and down our aisle fifty times trying to hawk them. Go away, I’m watching Ozzy squirt people with a firehose.