Nothing but tailgating in a muddy parking lot, hundreds of Harleys lined up by the entrance, $11 beers, ALICE COOPER:
The set was short but stuffed with songs that everyone wanted to hear, obviously Alice’s wardobe is impeccable, and the touring band was pretty great, Orianthi gives a hell of a solo:
OF COURSE IT WOULDN’T BE ALICE COOPER WITHOUT THE GUILLOTINE:
Not pictured: custom Cooper New England Patriots jacket, covering Pink Floyd during School’s Out (here’s a video of him performing it earlier this year in Montréal), billions of Cooper bucks. One thirty-minute line for the one bathroom in the venue later and it was time for MAIDEN ENGLAND 2012
These were my seats:
No, just kidding, I spent my entire shoe budget on these tickets, because I definitely didn’t want to stand in the rain and watch the whole show on the Jumbotron.
Bruce is like a little ninja, sprinting and vamping all over the huge stage dressings without missing a high note:
Nicko thundered away from his hidden spot in the set dressing (an ice wall with classic album covers, like a more-metal Castle Black), Dave and Adrian partied all over the stage, while Janick hung out off to one side, showing up again to throw us a great solo with Fear of the Dark. He was also kind enough to turn over his instrument to our dearly beloved Eddie:
Speaking of Edward, he just showed up again
…of course it’s best of all when he shows up on stage in a big explosion, and the on-stage pyro makes you fear for your eyebrows:
This was my first Iron Maiden show ever, so I have no words beyond FJSKDLFNKD over-excited keyboard mashing and gushing about how great it was, how much fun I had, how everybody should get a chance to sing along to Can I Play With Madness with both Bruce Dickinson and that wasted biker that’s puking all over the seats a few rows down, et cetera et cetera. I will say that my heart grew three sizes that day, when I was in line at the merch booth behind a bunch of little kids and their dad, all excited and talking about how awesome it was. They were right.
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