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akujunkanJust returned from Niigata and a Dragon Ash concert.
The concert itself was pretty cool. The venue was small (and cleverly hidden, I might add) and probably had a capacity of no more than 1,000 people. Standing room only. I managed to get about five people back from the front of the stage with my two compatriots, but jesus christ, Japanese people have the weirdest concert etiquette in the world. It comes in two varieties:
1) Everyone stands stock still facing the stage. No one dances. No one applauds between numbers. Occassionally a Kewl Japanese Boy nods his head along to the beat for a bar or two.
2) Everyone pushes toward the front of the stage. There is no room to dance. No one can applaud between numbers because everyone's hands are irretrivably tangled into the crowd at painfully unnatural angles. Occassionally a Kewl Japanese Boy fights free of the melee and slams his elbows into your head for a bar or two.
The crowd was vicious and did not let up as would an American audience after the first ten minutes or so. I was looking forward to some hisashiburini moshing, but there just wasn't room to move. There were periods of five or ten seconds where no part of my body was touching the floor and the press of bodies was holding me up. I got covered in sweat - so covered that I removed my shirt and wrung moisture out of it. My fingers raisined up as though I'd been sitting in the bath for too long.
Dragon Ash themselves were cool. Their bassist is hot with sweet pigtails (which he kept reattaching during the show!) and on of their dancers is the SMEX. Truly. He came out in this plaid shirt-wifebeater-sweatpants combo, but soon retired backstage to lose the sweats for some khakis, because his boner was far, far too visible in the former. Then he lost the shirt and wife beater and proceded to get very sweaty. Which is how I like my asian men. So I was quite happy.
Alas, the show was just over 90 minutes including the ten minute break before the encore, which means I paid about a dollar a minute for the show, or five dollars a minute when you add in the cost of transportation to Niigata. But it was a good time, overall.
That will be all.
The concert itself was pretty cool. The venue was small (and cleverly hidden, I might add) and probably had a capacity of no more than 1,000 people. Standing room only. I managed to get about five people back from the front of the stage with my two compatriots, but jesus christ, Japanese people have the weirdest concert etiquette in the world. It comes in two varieties:
1) Everyone stands stock still facing the stage. No one dances. No one applauds between numbers. Occassionally a Kewl Japanese Boy nods his head along to the beat for a bar or two.
2) Everyone pushes toward the front of the stage. There is no room to dance. No one can applaud between numbers because everyone's hands are irretrivably tangled into the crowd at painfully unnatural angles. Occassionally a Kewl Japanese Boy fights free of the melee and slams his elbows into your head for a bar or two.
The crowd was vicious and did not let up as would an American audience after the first ten minutes or so. I was looking forward to some hisashiburini moshing, but there just wasn't room to move. There were periods of five or ten seconds where no part of my body was touching the floor and the press of bodies was holding me up. I got covered in sweat - so covered that I removed my shirt and wrung moisture out of it. My fingers raisined up as though I'd been sitting in the bath for too long.
Dragon Ash themselves were cool. Their bassist is hot with sweet pigtails (which he kept reattaching during the show!) and on of their dancers is the SMEX. Truly. He came out in this plaid shirt-wifebeater-sweatpants combo, but soon retired backstage to lose the sweats for some khakis, because his boner was far, far too visible in the former. Then he lost the shirt and wife beater and proceded to get very sweaty. Which is how I like my asian men. So I was quite happy.
Alas, the show was just over 90 minutes including the ten minute break before the encore, which means I paid about a dollar a minute for the show, or five dollars a minute when you add in the cost of transportation to Niigata. But it was a good time, overall.
That will be all.
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on 2005-11-03 04:11 pm (UTC)The part about the dancer..interesting.
I have only been to a few concerts here, but I guess I'd venture a theory that with slightly smaller names, like the pillows, there isn't quite the same rushforthestageordie attitude..people push up to the front of course and it gets sorta tight, but it's almost the same as concerts I've been to back home, with pushing for the front yet enough room to move. And dance...or at least dance of the 'jump up and down to the beat' variety. And I've only been to those smaller shows.
But geez..that sounds like the loop line party as far as scrunched-ness! Wow..a bit too tight for my tastes. But still awesome, cuz you got to see DRAGON ASH!!!
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on 2005-11-04 02:40 am (UTC)This was a pretty small show - I'd guess there were maybe 700 people there, tops. But it was crazy, crazy mad unless you were standing with your back to the far wall. I was worried that we'd have crowd type one. Instead, I spent half of time worrying about my personal safety and not watching the show. :?b
Nevertheless, it was, indeed, Dragon Ash. ＼（＾＾）／