Well, where should I start? The beginning. My wife, Julie, and I attended the final Guns 'n' Roses US concert tour here at Qualcomm Stadium last night. Full attendance (approximately 60,000 fans).
We were invited by a good friend who happens to be the mother-in-law of one of the original band members who shall remain nameless. While we certainly appreciated the kind gesture, which included great seats, VIP treatment, and the after concert party for family and friends...it was awful.
Don't get me wrong, the band performed for about 3 1/2 (very long) hours without a break. They performed their music note for note without a noticeable glitch. Tremendous talent. Huge pyrotechnics and the biggest stage show I have ever seen...and I've seen a lot.
But I hate the music.
Sure, I like Sweet Child O' Mine -- and Paradise City is alright, I suppose. And, I should add, if you are a fan then you probably would have absolutely loved it as evidenced by the crowd reaction to them. Their energy was more like those in their mid 20's not their mid 50's.
It was insanely loud. Eardrum shredding LOUD. We had ear plugs in the whole show and it was still LOUD.
Whatever happened to the importance of nuanced melodies and lyrics? With that level of volume it all gets lost in distortion. A pity.
The other troubling item for me was the nearly "satanic" delivery. It's the only word I can think of to describe what we witnessed. The screaming Axl Rose sounded like he was burning in hell. Has that always been his main appeal?