It’s no secret that I despise the city of Boston. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy some parts of Beantown – the history, the numerous bars/restaurants, and the very evident pride that residents have for their home. As much as I dislike the Boston sports teams, I admire their fans’ intense dedication and support. I even love Fenway Park. It’s an amazing place to visit.
The things I hate are the sports teams themselves, the asshole-ness of some of the fans, the annoying accent, the god-awful roads/traffic/public transportation system and the fact that the city feels like it could collapse upon itself. There is just too damn much scrunched into the city limits.
Despite all this, I made the journey into enemy territory last night to see my favorite band. This was a fairly last minute decision as my little bro suggested going. After he backed out due to some plans he forgot about, I still decided I HAD to go. I’ve been craving some live dmb since the Charlotte show back in April and after being teased with getting tickets for the record release show in NYC and now this, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Thankfully, my friend J let me know she was going with some people and she could easily get me a ticket. After some planning and hasty decision-making I opted to go. I was up at 3:30 am on Friday, caught my flight at 5:50 am, and was back in CT by 9:30 am. I knew I was gonna need some sleep if I was going to make it all night so I passed out after seeing my family for a little.
By 4 I was on my way to Boston. Not surprisingly, we hit traffic on the Mass Pike (did I mention traveling through Mass and the city of Boston is HELL). After a ride on the T (Boston’s version of a Subway system), we arrived at Fenway Park. It was quite the sight – TONS of people walking around the park, food and merch vendors everywhere, and definitely a buzz in the air.
We promptly made our way inside Fenway. We missed Willie Nelson’s opening set, but I didn’t really mind. It was a beautiful night and our seats were pretty sweet. We were in the Right Field boxes, which wasn’t too far away from the stage that was stationed in the outfield.
I grabbed a ‘famous’ Fenway Frank (meh) and prepared for the show. I will do a more in depth review of the show at the end of the journal to spare you non-fans.
The show itself was incredible. It was easily one of the best, if not THE best show I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t have traded out more than a song or two.
The crowd itself was okay. There were A LOT of drunk idiots as usual who were stumbling around and leaving during awesome songs to take a piss/buy more beer. A lot of people talked during the new songs, which was frustating. These types of behaviors are fairly commonplace at dmb concerts, so I’m used to it. Many people go to the show just because it’s the thing to do, so this is to be expected.
After the show I tried to wade through the crapload of people who jammed in the streets outside Fenway. There was the occasional a-hole who ran into me or wouldn’t move, so I was fairly frustrated. Regardless, we finally made it to the T stop and had to wait in line there for a little before finally getting down to the tracks. This is where my hatred for Boston started to boil over.
We were forced to leave right after the show instead of hang at a bar/restaurant because the T doesn’t run much passed midnight. It’s a freakin Saturday night and the damn thing closes down that early. New York City this is not.
I figured that there would be plenty of subway cars after the show because the city would plan for the increase in traffic. I was incredibly wrong. We waited a good half-hour before a train arrived. Plenty of trains drove right passed us with “No Service” signs during that time period, which made everything that much more annoying.
Surprisingly, I was home by 1:30. I had a great time at the show and was not going to let the city bring me down.
Now on to the stuff that most of you will not care about…a review of the show!