|I didn't go to this show.|
Then my dad's cancer started to do it's thing a few days before the show, so I was en route to Ohio to be with him and my family instead of Scott Weiland and the rest of STP in Pomona. It was a good choice, and not difficult, but after everything, I still wanted to see them.
Fast forward and we find out that Stone Temple Pilots are headlining KROQ's Epicenter festival. Yes. In! Bought tickets. Stoked. Oh, who else is playing? Bush? I'm definitely all in now. My 14 year old self would flip her shit if she knew she was going to finally see Bush and STP when she grew up.
|Jamie and the kid next to him were making bets on what Scott Weiland would be wearing when STP came on. |
"There's definitely going to be a scarf involved."
|My favorite guy at the show looked like a cross between Rob Zombie and Lemmy.|
But then, the spotlight kept moving deeper into the crowd. Still singing, Gavin made his way to the center aisle of the amphitheater and headed up the stairs. He passed the loge and made it all the way up to the lawn seats, finishing their Beatles cover before turning around to head back. He continued down the path behind our section while singing the next song, something newer that I wasn't familiar with. Then, much to my surprise, he headed down our aisle, which was about 6 seats away from me.
I kept my cool.
I'm lying. I totally let my inner 14 year old out, who saw the row behind me was mostly clear to run, so I launched over the seats and stood right in the aisle in time to capture this solid high five.
|My brick was officially shat.|
|I look calm because this was before I touched Gavin Rossdale.|
I woke up the next morning to find this on the inside of my left leg:
|Left to right: thigh, knee, calf.|