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Originally Posted by RougeUnderoos
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Review in the Province:
http://www.canada.com/theprovince/ne...6-4f6c1ae85f77
...but nothing in the Vancouver Sun. Philistines!
This was my first ever Iron Maiden Concert (for those still waiting for Thursday, they blew the doors off of a packed house in the Pacific Colesium last night in Vancouver; intrigued why they weren't at GM Place).
I was 11 and living in Calgary in 1984, and was strictly forbidden from going to see them by my fiercely fundamentalist Christian parents. It's quite funny, because my brother—who bought the tickets—rents a b/ment suite from my mom, and when he told her we were going, she still managed to roll her eyes and issue a patented glare...In many respects, I really hope my mother never does change! I still remember seeing a full-colour photo spread and a two-page article after the show in the weekly rag
Alberta Report (of course, my parents were subscribers; they probably cancelled it after this issue), and can vividly recall the wrenching in my stomach, that I had missed an opportunity.
Thank God for second chances...Last night was easily the loudest, and probably the best Rock show I have ever attended. The crowd energy was incomparable. At one point, after about the third song, and when Bruce Dickenson decided to give his pipes a rest (how the hell does he sing like that for two hours at his age?!), the already deafening roar actually escalated, and maintained it's crescendo for a full four or five minutes as he gazed on.
Now that I have fulfilled a life-long dream, I only hope now that the next time they are in town—if there in fact is a next time: at least one or two of my three boys will be old enough to appreciate and sustain the ear-damage with no ill effects. That would be epic.