We went to see No Doubt and Garbage play last night. What we got wasn't exactly that... while I distinctly remember that being the bill on Ticketmaster's site (which is the *only* reason I paid $45/ticket), Garbage somehow wasn't scheduled to play. Some weak, poseur, pop-punk, check-out-our-fake-British-accents band named New Found Glory opened (with a one-hour nightmarish set). No Doubt came on and played for over two hours, which was cool. But still, quite disappointing; I was more looking forward to Garbage (who had excellent shows the preceding week in Long Beach) than No Doubt. Oh well...
Oh, and browsing the Garbage web site, I learned a new word: "gwenabe". This is your traditional wannabe, but since there are so many Gwen Stefani wannabes, a new terms was created just for them. To quote, some major traits for a "gwenabe" are:
Running around with BAD bleach jobs
Horrific tattered clothing
Incredible stupidity
Saying, "ummm, like yeah for sure," valley girl dim shit.
Gee, Garbage fans can be pretty brutal on their message board, eh? Of course, most of them probably aren't old enough to remember "Madonnabes" who exhibited many of the same qualities (like their idol continues to do). ;-)
Final bitter note of the day: Gwen really has a potty mouth. I mean, I don't have any particular problem with a little cursing, and I was even expecting to hear Shirley Manson swearing a blue streak on stage. But Gwen just peppered her language, somewhat haltingly, and it was really unbecoming of her. (Conversely, and somewhat oddly, it's quite becoming of Shirley.) I guess I wanted her to be more Orange County and less Compton. I am getting old.
Posted by pcg at December 1, 2002 4:40 PM