Eagles have landed.

Eagles, they landed with a thud.
The show- it was a dud.

The Music was absolutely gorgeous. The crowd was frickin not even into it. I thought it was just our stands, but a cursory look around and there were a few here and there that got up from their seats and were getting into the music.
I am sure they were on Acid.
We got ourselves a designated driver, got comfortably numb before the show, at my place , with a few vodkas.
It was showtime!! or so I thought when I went in there. Even Mr.Clapton, the guy whose music I would rather listen to in my car, was better.
A concert is one where the bands put on a show. Great music and a great show make a great concert.
I tried to enliven the proceedings and get the crowd into it by pouring some beer down the back of the chick in front of us, but to no avail.
This was disappointing to say the least and my friggin hangover and a hundred bucks were, I am not sorry to say, not worth it.

But I am looking forward to go to the Aussie Pink Floyd concert sometime soon.
Thats the sign of hopeless concert addicts. Sigh.