Well, That Was An Experience

Last night, Jess and I went to see Poison, Sebastian Bach and Dokken (Not necessarily in that order) at Mohegan Sun. I can’t really “review” it per se, because honestly, I spent a lot of the lead-up time trying to get out of going somehow–I’m not really a big Poison fan, and only know a few songs from each of Sebastian Bach and Dokken.

Suffice to say that my attempts to not go failed. And so last night, we drove to the Mohegan Sun Arena (Amazingly, I managed to avoid both gambling and arrowsmashing leading up to the concert) for the show. Sebastian Bach played first–as the only one I was really looking forward to seeing, this was something of a disappointment–and was plagued by technical difficulties of some sort, either vocally (He was too quiet in relation to the band for pretty much the whole set, I thought) or with one of the guitars. What I could hear, though, was good, and he played the three Skid Row songs I actually knew (“18 and Life”, “Youth Gone Wild”, and “I Remember You”).

Dokken was next, and I knew just about nothing about them (You could’ve replaced them with Hannah Montana and I wouldn’t have known the difference). I could immediately tell you that I had heard exactly one song they played (The last one. “In my dreams, it’s still the same….”), and another, that I think was called “Tooth and Nail”, I quite like.

Finally came Poison. And…well, for better or worse, I at least knew just about all of the songs. And I’ll say this: My friend Chris’s summation of CeCe Deville as “Best bad guitar player ever” is pretty accurate–were he in a band that wasn’t Poison, he’d probably get a lot more respect than he does, if that makes any sense. The same goes for Rikki Rockett, who emerged from behind his drumkit to play a box (Yes, really) and some bongos, which was pretty cool.

So all-in-all, it actually wasn’t totally horrible.

This weekend: Connecticon!