The Return of Woodstock.

Most theater events are fairly run-of-the-mill. As a child, I watched sugarplum fairies flit across stage while soaking in The Nutcracker, and I partied pretty hard as a teenager at my first concert. Ahem, let’s not mention said concert was Neil Diamond.

Neil Diamond / from TheSirensTale.com

Check out his happening ways.

Up until recently, Neil’s flowing locks were the most risqué part of my theater experience. The theater has always maintained control of the masses, no matter who was performing or how large the crowd grew. That is… until recently.

After the traditional foul-tasting, but love-filled cake for my beau’s birthday, I presented him with his birthday gift: tickets to see the Trailer Park Boys live. For anyone who has never watched the show, Trailer Park Boys is a comedy show from Canada that is raunchy, full of foul language, and downright ridiculous.

In other words? Hysterical.

Trailer Park Boys / from TheSirensTale.com

Fast forward to the night of the event. A large, yelling crowd lingered around and outside the theater as the show’s start time loomed. Ignoring the rowdy crowd and the mixed smells of sweat, alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana outside (and inside) the theater, we found our seats.

Just as the lights began to fade, the actors appeared on stage and announced that our city was filled with awesome assholes who just wanted to drink, party, and smoke.

And then the theater lost control. Audience members went wild, the smell of alcohol poured across the room, and mists of smoke could be seen in the theater lights. A sea of recording devices and lighters were held loudly and proudly in the air, with the ushers nervously pacing about the theater.

Woodstock Revisited / from TheSirensTale.com

More drug paraphernalia was seen in the theater than found in your local police station’s evidence room. The ushers coughed and waved their hands about, asking one another if all the smoke was from outside or in. And the alcohol line was endless, putting stores’ waiting lines during Christmas to shame.

We had somehow magically transported back in time to Woodstock. And when you’re faced with a crazy situation where all logic and law has escaped, what else can you do but laugh?

The hoots and hollers heard across the theater made me laugh until my cheeks were sore. The putrid smells of drugs, alcohol, and sweat slowly faded away as smells became faces: laughing faces of audience members sitting close by. The drunken man asking me to be his Santa’s little helper was endearing instead of a forewarning seen in a Law & Order episode.

I can’t speak to Woodstock 1969, but the return of Woodstock in 2013 was the experience of a lifetime. And by far, the most aroma-filled experience of my life.

What’s the craziest performance you’ve been to?
What’s your favorite performance you’ve seen?

4 responses to “The Return of Woodstock.

  1. Wow, Neil Diamond looks practically like a counterculture hero in that pic. Would not have known that was him!

    My best performances would be: Page & Plant, 6th row on my 23th birthday; my first New Orleans Jazz Fest around 1993; and Lollapalooza in 1994. I don’t get to many concerts these days! Glad you had a good time.

    • Joyce, isn’t that picture of Neil just too much? I loved it when I found it… he looks like a baby!

      New Orleans Jazz Fest? That must have been such an amazing experience. I dream of seeing (and hearing) NO one day. Thanks for stopping by!

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