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The one thing that did happen though.....
About the 2nd last song of the main set (pre-encore) he stopped midway thru a song because the people in the crowd were chucking plastic bottles around. He made some great statement like "come on guys, be considerate of others; people came to have fun and not get beaned in the head" (or something like that.)
About the 2nd last song of the main set (pre-encore) he stopped midway thru a song because the people in the crowd were chucking plastic bottles around. He made some great statement like "come on guys, be considerate of others; people came to have fun and not get beaned in the head" (or something like that.)
Music was stopped for maybe 15 seconds.
that reminds me of last year at finger eleven, some one, and lord knows who, threw a shoe on stage. The same happened a few years back as well at Matt Good, but the shoe didnt make it to the stage and instead hit me in the back of the head
In either case, my reaction, and the reaction of Scott Anderson (lead singer for finger eleven was the same)....
who throws a farking shoe?!?!?
I have never seen a shoe thrown except when at the stampede, though, Im sure it does probably happen at regular concerts as well
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I don't think I've ever been to a concert where a shoe has not been thrown on stage. Its always plastic bottles, shoes, hats, etc. I watched the bouncing souls couple years ago and the drummer put on all the clothes that were thrown on stage..
The Stampede isn't always a fun time for musicians. I remember someone throwing a bottle on stage during the Collective Soul performance years ago, and they threatened to never come back to Calgary.
I was at an OzzFest in Vancouver some years back where a guy threw something at Les Claypool of Primus and he told the crowd to punch the guy for him since he didn't see who threw it himself.
I saw a great brawl on Saturday night at the bottom of the Big 4 building, by the bar they had there. This one guy was yelling at his brother, I think it was over a girl. The girl stepped between them, and fiirst guy took off his belt and started whipping his brother with his belt around the girl. Friends got involved, cops came, etc etc. Thoroughly entertaining.
I was impressed with how smoothly and quickly the guy got his belt off. But seriously, what was his thought process? "I'm going to beat you like Dad used to beat us"?
I saw a great brawl on Saturday night at the bottom of the Big 4 building, by the bar they had there. This one guy was yelling at his brother, I think it was over a girl. The girl stepped between them, and fiirst guy took off his belt and started whipping his brother with his belt around the girl. Friends got involved, cops came, etc etc. Thoroughly entertaining.
I was impressed with how smoothly and quickly the guy got his belt off. But seriously, what was his thought process? "I'm going to beat you like Dad used to beat us"?
Lucky. I was there on Saturday night, and I was looking for a good old-fashioned cowboy brawl, and didn't find one. ONE.
Granted, I wasn't about to start one, but it's the novelty of it that counts.
There's always a brew-ha-ha waiting to happen in front of those main doors to the Big 4 Building...So many damn thugs, emo kids, and general scum that pile around that place when the sun goes down.
And lord only wants to venture down to the river area during the night time as well; that place is SKETCHY.
Every Saturday we play basketball on a school yard court near 19th Ave and 2nd St SW. This week I arrived, and there was this van idling in the corner of the parking lot. It seemed strange, and I thought it was probably drug dealers. A little later two women arrived on bikes, presumably crack-whores. Later, a black guy in a green track suit got out of the van, got on one of the bikes and rode off with one of the girls. The other girl got in the van. We kept shooting baskets while this was all going on.
All of a sudden, we hear a screech, and the van is peeling out of the parking lot, just missing my car. A guy jumps out of the moving van, pulling up his shorts, and comes running at us with no shoes - "you got to help me, these guys are going to kill me". The van sped away, and we directed the man to a security guard we saw outside a pub crawl at the Hotel Arts. He was really scared, and it was a strange site to see him running down the alley in nothing but his socks.
We are thinking of finding another place to play. These incidents are becoming more common-place. This is a school yard with a nice playground, and nuns across the street. I guess we were lucky we weren't caught in a cross-fire.
Riot at the Stampede?
