Ghost (B.C.)

I’m going to go ahead and say it… I was a casual Ghost fan. Yes, that’s right, I had heard them on the radio, and really loved what I heard, but I never took the initiative to look into them more. As a single mom, it’s too easy to get complacent with my music, know I like a song by a band and then just keep listening to that one song and every other song that I’ve listened to for years. And despite the legal issues Papa Emeritus III fairly recently faced, I felt the need to go see them when I found out they were touring. Luckily, I scored a $20 ticket during the Live Nation sale, and did take the time to listen to them here and there, including the entire hour and a half drive to the show.

Let me give you some advice… if you are going to see a show in Indianapolis, plan to be there at least an hour before the doors open, because finding parking is a major pain. However, I was super pleased with the venue, Old National Centre. There were metal detectors at the doors, but they got everyone through quickly, and all of the staff were super nice and helpful, which I appreciate very much. The show itself was in the Egyptian Room, which was standing room only, aside from the VIP seating on either side, with the soundboard in the center of the decently sized room.

I missed just a bit of the opening band, Royal Thunder. But I’m glad I didn’t miss all of their set, because they were fantastic! Mlny Parsonz has a voice that takes absolute control and is a strong presence in and of itself. Her vocals are like a mix of Janis Joplin, Joan Jett, and Blackie Lawless. If you haven’t heard them yet, I highly recommend you check them out.

My only complaint with Ghost was how long it took them to come out. We stood for what felt like ages listening to “Satanic Hymns to Fall Asleep to” but once they did come out, there was no stopping the excitement and energy. Every one of those Nameless Ghouls had so much energy and personality, even with their faces hidden. The guitarists and bassist were all over the stage, playing to the crowd, and just absolutely killing every note in cold blooded metal perfection.

I tried to compare Papa Emeritus III with David Draiman when explaining his stage presence to a friend, but that’s almost an insult if you don’t explain that Papa Emeritus has way more personality and charm than David Draiman. And that’s not to say that I don’t like David Draiman, because quite the opposite is actually true. But when I saw Disturbed, while their light show and pyrotechnics were impressive, Draiman didn’t really do much besides walk back and forth across the stage while he sang. You never found Papa Emeritus dancing like you would William Control or Rob Zombie, but he covered every inch of the stage and really did reach out and interact with the crowd and with his Nameless Ghouls.


Their first song was to a black background, with lots of smoke and lights, and Papa came out in what can only be described as an Anti-Pope outfit. The second song had the black curtain dropped, and we were instantly transported to a Satanic church with stained glass windows depicting the images of Lucifer himself, as well as Baphomet and a female whose name I will edit in here once I figure out who she was supposed to be.


Everything about their show was phenomenal. Visually everything was just stunning, from the lights to the background to the insane energy that the crowd just soaked up and sent straight back. Papa Emeritus III was funny and charming and maybe a little explicit, much to everyone’s delight. Even if you didn’t know the songs, you couldn’t help but get hyped and jump and clap.


Next time Ghost comes around, I’m going to try to get VIP tickets so I can meet these guys. And I will without a doubt not miss them on their next tour, because these guys are very much worth it to go see live.


Rob Zombie Redemption

Admittedly, I almost didn’t make it to the Rob Zombie concert on Wednesday. I would’ve been getting tickets hella late, and I really didn’t wanna get seat tickets in the Rose Music Center amphitheater if I had to go alone. But then an angel of a friend said she would go with me, and we got the tickets the night before.

The opening band was a Dayton local called Brothers In Arms. They sounded so familiar, and I didn’t realize until I figured out who they were that I had heard them previously on the local radio stations. Honestly, these guys are awesome, and have a great sound. Check them out if you like bands like Black Stone Cherry or Black Label Society.

My last Rob Zombie experience was piss poor due to the awful venue it was at, so I was excited for some Zombie redemption. And a mighty fine redemption it was! Finally being able to see the stage meant I finally got to witness that Rob Zombie energy. The man has amazing stage presence, and works the entire stage. Every member of the band had the same energy and zeal, as well, so with the screen backdrop playing new video loops for every song and the great lighting, it was visually spectacular.

Rob Zombie and I apparently have at least one thing in common, in that we enjoy an authentic concert experience. I don’t feel like you can fully appreciate and enjoy a show watching it from your phone screen (or, at the very least I can’t lol). So he had John 5 absolutely kill it on a guitar solo while he made a lap around the amphitheater. It was at this point, when I realized what he was doing, that I rushed down to the edge of the seating I was at and leaned over the rail. I was rewarded for the effort with a high five from RZ, which was super appreciated since I could see that not everyone was getting one as he made his way around.

While my first time seeing him was tainted by the venue it was at, that wasn’t his fault. I don’t believe that Rob Zombie can give a bad concert experience. The man was made to entertain, it would seem. Every song dance-able and he plays enough of his popular songs that even new or casual fans can sing along at least a few times during the set.

Overall, I know I definitely will not hesitate to see him whenever possible, because even with seats that are not exactly my preference the show was top notch.

30 Day Music Challenge: Day 5

A song that needs to be played LOUD
Dragula by Rob Zombie

Anyone who doesn’t listen to this song at top volume and head bang is wrong, and you need to get them out of your life because¬†that’s a level of negativity nobody needs to be around. This song just doesn’t sound right if it’s played softly in the background, or even at what one would consider a moderate level. You need to be able to feel every beat pumping through your body, in your chest.

Disappointment aka Fort Wayne, You Suck

This one is a little overdue, guys, and I apologize for that. But, it’s been hard for me to figure out how I want to get this one written down. You see, I had a bad experience at a concert, and I don’t want to spend the whole time bitching, but I wasn’t really given much more to work with.

We’ll start from the beginning. I had never been to the Allen County War Memorial Coliseum in Fort Wayne, Indiana. And thus, I had no clue what to expect. I did not expect, however, the $5 parking charge. And the fact that it would be cash only. So already I was annoyed, on top of the fact that I was running a tad bit late because of conflicting information out there about the start time, and the fact that I didn’t think it would be necessary to follow the venue on Facebook to keep updated.

What was I going to see? Something that I paid way too much for, I can tell you that. It was a co-headlining show with Disturbed and Rob Zombie, featuring Pop Evil as the opening band. Now, I have nothing against Pop Evil, but I don’t exactly have anything of theirs downloaded and I only know the songs I heard on the radio. We walked in during the middle of their set, and from what I saw they had really great stage presence. The lead singer even ran up and sang in the stands.

That’s right, guys. I went to a giant venue where they actually have stadium type seating. I’ve been so spoiled with my small venue experiences, I thought I’d never go back to one of¬†those places. But I figured that if anyone was worth it, Rob Zombie would be worth it. And that’s part of the problem I have with loving big name guys like RZ. They really only ever seem to play giant venues like that, with outrageously priced tickets. But seeing Zombie was my dream. And it still is, because I couldn’t see the man to save my life!

I got floor tickets, because where the fuck else would you expect me to be. But little did I know that I had walked into another god forsaken venue that does not allow moshing or crowd surfing. Thank you, Fort Wayne, for once again sucking the fun out of everything. But as rude as the staff was, and overpriced the drinks, the people that actually went to see the show were just fucking awful. The whole place smelled like bad body odor and sweat and halitosis. I’m really concerned that Fort Wayne isn’t showering or brushing their teeth, because that’s really not sanitary or healthy, guys. There was a stupid prick who kept pulling the boyfriend’s ponytail. And I was stuck behind guys letting pretty, skinny girls in front of them, but couldn’t let me get anywhere that I might actually be able to see the stage. At one point there was a girl trying to shove me to the side to get in front of me, but I stood my ground. Now, if you ask me nicely, I will absolutely let you get in front of me, provided you make sure that I can still. But this bitch had these HUGE guys come up and barrel through us all. I came so close to punching some big ass dudes in the back of the head, but I really can’t afford to get knocked out at a show.

So no, I couldn’t see Rob Zombie if my life depended on it. I could see the screen, which was cool, but I wasn’t there to just watch whatever video he had playing to go along with the songs, I was there to watch HIM. If I wanted to just listen to his music, I could’ve done that at home and not had to deal with Fort Wayne assholes! From what I could hear, he sounded awesome, and the few times he came into my line of vision, he had so much energy. I would’ve killed for VIP meet and greet tickets, but I’m broke as fuck. That’s the mommy life, though.

Now, by the time Disturbed came up, I was just in a foul mood all around. The merchandise was too expensive and I would never get anywhere that I could actually see the stage, so I was super bummed. The whole concert experience just wasn’t there for me anymore. I was literally miserable. So we settled somewhere standing at the back of the crowd. Of course that still didn’t save us from being jostled, because two security guys were escorting a man who wasn’t even fighting them out of the arena, and instead of moving 2 inches to the left, they decided to shove me and the boyfriend out of the way. Really nice, guys.

So David Draiman and the guys take the stage. And that’s about it. Flashy light show and fire. But Draiman just walked back and forth across the stage. The whole time. No stage energy at all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the man’s vocals were on fucking point. And it’s not like I could really see the guys that well, anyway. But the most exciting thing was all the fire and the lights. I could’ve listened to that at home.

All in all, it still pains me that I wasted so much money on a shitty experience. I will never go back to that venue for anything ever again in my life. And now that I’ve seen Disturbed once, I really don’t feel like it’s an experience I need to go have again. However, Rob Zombie is still on my fucking list, and next time I’m saving up for VIP damn it! I, of course, bought these tickets before the tour with Korn was announced, so I’m still really bummed that I don’t get to go see that, but I don’t doubt that they’ll go a-touring together again. The only real highlight of my night was getting to out to eat afterwards with an old friend, who reminded me that Fort Wayne isn’t completely full of shitty people.

Have you ever had a disappointing concert experience?


Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a double wide trailer in Louisiana, I began cultivating my love of music and expanding my music library. I started out on MySpace (But God, didn’t we all?). Of course we’re all exposed to the bands that shape us by word of mouth from friends. And for a minute there was Vampire Freaks delivering new music to me (here’s looking at you, Emilie Autumn).

But now, there’s Facebook and YouTube and Pandora and Soundcloud and so many places you can get your music from and find new artists to play patron to. And one of these places is Twitter.

Yes, with the creation of this blog came a Facebook page, an email, an Instagram (which is mostly blank right now. It’s a dead season for me with shows), and a Twitter account. And if you make it, they will come. So I have seen a nice influx of bands following me on Twitter, most of which I’ve never heard of before.

Of my short time in this little online musical adventure, I have come up with two very important suggestions for anyone who takes their music very seriously:
1.) Make an email specifically for signing up for band newsletters. And check it at least once a week. That’s where the special pre-sale tickets go for some bands (Like the Rob Zombie tickets I scored).
2.) Make a Twitter specifically for following bands. New bands you’ve never heard of will follow you, and when you go listen to them on SoundCloud or YouTube, a lot of the time you’re going to be pleasantly surprised.

To the bands that are following me on Twitter, I HEAR YOU! I SEE YOU! I am taking time to listen to at least 1 song from every one of you. Now, some of you aren’t my cup of tea, which is okay because you’re gonna go follow people who listen and DO like you. But if I’m not digging it, I’m not gonna follow you back. If I DO like you, I’m probably gonna give you a shout out and a compliment and you know you’re gonna love that ego stroke.

So go follow me on Twitter, @ConcertRaven, right now, so you can also be exposed to the rockin’ badass bands that follow me and that I have followed back.