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Let me tell you about the concert I attended last week. I went to see Dave Gahan -- front man of Depeche Mode -- attempt to be a solo artist. As much as I hate his solo album, I figured it would be a great concert because he is such a showman on the stage.

The night started with Ted and I getting made up and dressed in our grungy hostel dorm. Ted wore black fishnet stockings, short black pants, a backless black tank and a black newsboy hat. She looked cute and semi-gothic. In fact I think the roadie in the back alley at the end of the show said "Hey cutie." I was little more conservative with my attire. I wore a low cut brown shirt, a pair of black trousers, and moccasin inspired black ankle boots. My hair was straightened and flipped. I wore a tonne of make up. Only if I was a whore could I have woren more make-up. Well at least I was a conservative whore.

When we got to the concert venue we scoped out the joint and found that there were a couple of tour buses parked on the next street. We figured that Dave Gahan must be on one of the buses, so we lounged on a ledge and waited for him to come out and ask both of us to marry him. Needless to say it never happened. Instead we saw some greasy men unroll a horrible looking rug onto the sidewalk then roll it back up. Oh, and while I was spying the tour buses from afar, a tall lanky man strolled by me wearing an Iggy Pop t-shirt. I smiled excitedly at him wondering if he too was stalking Dave Gahan. He gave me a dirty look. I thought "Asshole."

So we ventured into the venue and found our seats. Ninth row. Shitty. We waited for the show to start. While we waited, Ted stated that there was no way we were staying in our shitty seats. We were going to get front row if it killed us. Then the lights dimmed and the opening act, Kenna, took the stage. As I watched, I realized that the tall lanky asshole in the Iggy Pop t-shirt I had encountered outside the tour buses was Kenna. Who knew? In hindsight, maybe the tour buses were Kenna's and not Dave's.

During Kenna's performance, Ted and I left our seats for a drink and to scope out the stage side action. Ted came up with a brilliant plan. After Kenna finished and while the men rearranged the stage, Ted dragged me front and centre of the auditorium. There we stood and acted important. Nobody told us to move. In fact, people realized our brilliance and they too left their seats to stand at the front and look important. Finally as the show approached the lone security guy said "Girls the shows about to start. I need you to take your seat." Feeling defeated, I headed back to row nine. Ted grabbed me and sat me down in two empty seats that happened to be in row one. We sat there and looked around nervously. The lights dimmed and the intro music started playing. No one was telling us to move. Then the band started to come onstage. I then rushed the stage and Ted rushed the stage and the boy with no arms rushed the stage. Then everyone rushed the stage. And no one told us not to. We were as close as we could be.

During the concert I danced and sang and chanted "We love Dave." I touched the rock star's leg and grabbed his hand. I could see sweat dripping off of his ultra skinny body. I screamed when he would gyrate or when he would do incredibly suggestive dance moves with his microphone stand. It was fantastic. The guitarist of Dave's band smiled and nodded at me four times. Yes ladies, that's right, I had some non-descript, aging, nameless, and toothless guitarist wanting my hardbody. Well that's what I thought until I saw him leave the venue with his model gorgeous girlfriend who was a least half his age. Too bad. You win some; you lose some.

At the end of the concert Ted, myself, and few other fans stood in the back alley -- among the garbage and the junkies -- in hopes of seeing the rock star. I'm not really sure what I or anyone else was expecting, but we waited. After maybe twenty minutes the man of our dreams emerged. Instead of pointing at me and declaring "I love you. Will you marry me?" he simply got into the white van and drove away leaving me standing there. Can you believe it!? No proposal!? I'm still shocked.

After getting rejected Ted and I ate fast food in a slimey restaurant then headed to the after party where we danced the night away to a little Brit Pop intermingled with some old school Depeche Mode. It was good.

To summarazie this too long entry I'll say that I enjoyed myself to the fullest. However, I did regret not seeing all of Depeche Mode together playing their classics. All of them together is surreal and the concert I saw two summers ago is still the highlight of my life. I'm kind of a loser don't ya know.

posted 2003-08-25