So this last Friday I went to a concert. A Breaking Benjamin concert. Breaking Benjamin, for those of you who don’t know, is post-grunge, alternative metal, rock band that was formed in 1999. The band recently reformed with all new members other than Benjamin Burnley, the lead singer, after breaking up a few years back.
It took a little convincing, but I got my dad to buy the tickets.
We left super early because A) the drive was around two hours and B) we wanted to stop and get dinner before queuing up in line to wait for the doors to open.
But I have to say, the best part of my night may have been dinner. We found this AMAZING little, whole-in-the-wall, Italian restaurant called The Chefs of New York. It was so adorable and the food was phenomenal. We got there at about five, so it wasn’t very busy. But right when we got our appetizers, it picked up so much that there were people in line waiting to be seated.
Black and white family photos lined the walls and the owner was actually walking around and talking to the customers, coming over and asking us about the meal, talking about our plans for the rest of the evening. Then when the main course came out, I nearly died. I ordered the chicken fettuccine alfredo and the plate was twice the size of my head. Not to mention the mouthwatering, sensational, I’m-pretty-sure-was-made-in-heaven deliciousness of it.
(And just so you know, I took that picture after I had finished eating. That’s how big the plate was.)
After we had both finished eating (and felt like a nice, long nap was in order), we headed over to the rock concert.
It was probably around 6:30 now, and we found parking pretty easily. But then the line. It was a half hour before doors opened and the line stretched around the block. AND it was raining and cold and windy. (If you ask my mom, she’ll swear we stood out there for an hour, but it was only thirty minutes, maybe forty-five tops.) By the time they were actually admitting people, the line had wrapped around the neighboring hotel (people were staring out their windows at the line and it was kind of creepy; I don’t mean a little peek to see what’s going on, I mean full on sitting at the window and watching us like we were a tv program).
The line finally started moving and when we got to the front, we realized just how tight security was. They had three lines: women with bags, women without bags, and men. Bags were checked and everyone was patted down and we were finally out of the cold.
And then we were packed into a room with about a thousand other people (I kind of felt like a sardine). We were about thirty feet back from the stage and there was his guy that had to shove in next to us and kept bodychecking my mom because there wasn’t really room for him.
And then we stood for another thirty minutes, waiting for the opening band, Starset, to play because the concert didn’t start until eight. Never heard of Starset? I thought I hadn’t either, but I was wrong. I had heard one song by them and maybe you have too: My Demons. Here the link to their YouTube music video: My Demons by Starset. And that also leads to my next topic; they were wearing these space-age, full body suits. I got a photo but it’s not very good, so the video shows you that too.
And then when Starlet had finished, the roadies and sound guys came and broke down their stage and set up for Breaking Benjamin. Which took about another thirty minutes. And finally the event I had been waiting for began: Breaking Benjamin. It was super awesome, not too wild, but still lots of energy.
They played a couple of songs and everyone was really having a good time (I screamed my throat raw) when all the lights went off and everything fell silent for a moment.
When Benjamin Burnley, forty-ish-year-old, metal band lead singer, pulls out… a lightsaber. I kid you not. And then they start playing a metal version of the STAR WARS THEME SONG.
And it sounded really good. I wish I had video taped it, but I’m sure you can find it on YouTube or something. And then they just launch into a cover of Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit.
They completed their set with The Diary of Jane. They played at least three songs from every album. The only one they didn’t play that I really wanted to hear live was Dancing with the Devil but otherwise I got to listen to all the songs I wanted to hear.
And then on the ride home (I’m embarrassed to say) I conked out and slept the entire way. I tried to stay awake, but I think I was really tired from standing all night long, 6 to 12. Anyways, I enjoyed myself a lot. My mom didn’t really because we had to stand for so long and I feel kind of bad dragging her along with me but I had fun. And I got a super cool t-shirt!
I think that’s it for this week though.
Thanks for Reading 🙂
Julia E. Flowers