  I would like to begin by saying that after a brief yet productive discussion with Seb at the videostore, several things were established.
1) Just because I have a blog doesn't mean I have to fill it with all that is emo 2) People associate emo and weakness because of a little something I have dubbed "The Feelings Factor" 3) Chris Carrabba sucks.
There will be one emo reference in this blog, and it shall be marked with an asterix (*). Without further ado, I would like to move onto the furthest thing from emo...Summer Sanitarium. I am tired and my face is three shades darker due to the dirt that has embedded itself in my pores, but I saw the Deftones in concert. Yay. That means that I have seen 4 out of my 5 favorite bands in concert, the only band which I have not yet had the pleasure to see being the elusive Beastie Boys.
Perhaps they are in Tibet with the Dalai Lama. Anyhow, Summer Sanitarium was mediocre. Honestly, the Deftones could have walked out and banged metal poles against other metal poles, or possibly pewter or plastic poles, and I would have enjoyed it. However, if I was to forget about my love for the Deftones no matter what they do, I would say that it was a less than entertaining show, filled with forgotten words and silly, drunken banter which completely contradicted everything the Deftones have been saying in the past few weeks.
But it was the Defotnes, so it kicked ass. And they did my favourite song first [Change (In The House of Flies)], so it kicked ass. And Chino kept doing this nifty little pelvic thrust/dance, so it kicked ass. I may or may not have said something to the effect of "Limp Bizkit have compeletely redeemd themselves in my mind", and I would like to clarify. I was amazed by the live show that Limp Bizkit put on, mainly because of what I call "The Incident" where I was mere minutes away from going to the Limp Bizkit show when my dreams were crushed by my friend's mother, who bluntly informed me that she did not want us taking in such filth, etc.
Because of The Incident, I was devastated. I turned to emo* to ease my pain, and tucked my Limp Bizkit shirt away under my Cabbage Patch Doll and Pog collection, never to be seen again... Or so I thought. No, seriously though, I haven't worn it since then, and I doubt I will. I can't bring myself to do it. Even if they put on a great live show with pyrotechnics. Lotsa pyrotechincs. 
