Comments on: Reader Request: Aural Torture

By: Wenona Wiltjer

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By: oyun

oyun — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 22:05:39 +0000

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By: Lawrence Weddel

Lawrence Weddel — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 08:19:30 +0000

I haven’t reciprocated with my blogs readers as a lot, maybe I can learn a factor from you. It all goes back to the lack of comments that I have, due to my own complacency and procrastination. Anyway, kudos to you for recognizing the frequency of rewarding your loyal readers.

By: Abdullah

Abdullah — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 03:51:53 +0000

I just started writing for 52 Shows today, in fact. I was asked to recount my first concert experience. I dodged that question like an oncoming city bus. I’ll tell now. I am so, so sorry to say that this was the line up

Fuel

Marcy Playground (of “Sex & Candy” fame. Fame?)

And headlining…Get ready…

The Goo Goo Dolls.

No bullshit. First concert ever. I grew up on Primus and Faith No More, which is what I tried to recall while I was at that show, in that field in New Hampshire with my brother, throwing up in my mouth.

So there it is. Not only did I brave hell, I did it at age 13 and I never let it taint my view of live concerts. I’m a hero to myself for that.

By: aeshleman

aeshleman — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 19:15:06 +0000

I’ve already been to music hell. And through what must have been some sort of divine intervention, I lived to tell about it.

Angels and Airwaves, that unholy combination of the worsts parts of Blink 182, Boxcar Racer and Offspring,was the featured act.

Why would I subject myself to such torture you ask? Because it was my job. I used to work as a security guard at State College’s Bryce Jordon Center. I would stand up front, my back inches from the stage, to help crowd surfers down.

So there I was, in an arena full of adolescent girls, cringing and trying to plug my ears as Tom DeLonge pretentiously babbled hokey love swill between unbelievably corny songs to the shrieking delight of all those little emo twerps. This was a two-hour preview of what likely awaits me in the afterlife.

By: Jewel

Jewel — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 23:27:48 +0000

I second that Fergie would be part of my personal hell…. the second layer of hell would consist of Imogen Heap singing round after round of Hide and Seek!