The only thing we didn't really get was the performance by Foxy Shazam.
And by didn't get, I mean we were flat out confused. And made uncomfortable. And generally in shock.
It looked like this:
The bass player was balancing his bass upside down on his hand and walking around. The trumpet guy was throwing his trumpet in the air then putting it on the ground and humping it. Keyboard dude would dramatically stand on his keyboard after every song and randomly during some songs. The guitar guy was just standing there playing with this ridiculously huge afro when the lead singer jumped on his shoulders and started humping the dude's head, then he (the singer) was running around the stage like a monkey on his hands and feet and doing sommersaults all over--- The drummer was the most normal dude out there and that's probably just because he was hiding behind the drumset.
To say the very least, it was stimulus overload for Jessica and me. We were like this:
~ UPDATE ~
Upon reading this, the Nerak laughed about how old Jessica and I appear to be in this post, us complaining about the music of today's youth and their wild ways and all.
I said, "Well, we WERE the oldest people there besides the parents who brought their kids... The kids in front of us were like 12!"
So now, I think we must've looked more like this at the concert:
Getting old is sad.
