Mötley Cooper & Friends

standard September 2, 2015 Leave a response

Remember when we saw Mötley Crüe & KISS in concert? How it was a pretty awesome show?

Well, Alice Cooper & Mötley Crüe totally topped that.

Last Friday, we went to see Mötley Crüe: The Final Tour at the PNC Arena.

Wait. Let’s back up a bit.

A few months ago, I saw some tickets on Groupon for Mötley Crüe’s final show with Alice Cooper. Knowing Colby loves Mötley Crüe & Alice Cooper, I sent him the link for the tickets. Duh, he said, but he didn’t want nosebleed seats. No no, this was Mötley Crüe’s final tour*, we were getting good seats, goddamnit!

*Not to be confused with Mötley Crüe’s Farewell Tour of 2014.

Row 13. Lower floor. Hell yeah.

About a week before the concert, Colby received an email titled, “Please Confirm: Crüesnest: Encore Performance Upgrade Instructions – Raleigh, NC 8/28/2015.” He nearly deleted it, thinking it was spam. He decided to read it instead, and it’s a good thing he did.

This is your Once-In-A-Lifetime Opportunity! Watch the grand finale of the show from the“Crüesnest” – the best seat in the house on a special platform attached to the band’s second stage for the ultimate intimate experience. You will be strapped and buckled into one of only a handful of seats at the foot of a special stage, up close and personal with the band while they perform the show finale.

The platform raises approximately 25 feet into the air and gives you a birds-eye view of the venue as well as giving an unprecedented up-close and personal view of the performance*.

Ho. Lee. Shit.

Fast forward to the day of the concert.

Colby has to arrive at concerts early – not just for good parking, but because you never know if the opening band is good or not. Usually not. We had to meet with the coordinator people for Crüesnest at 6:45 p.m., so we arrived about 6 p.m. and hung out in the parking lot for a while.

6:25 p.m. and we’re already waiting near the VIP area, people-watching and generally being impatient. We overhear a couple of career groupies talking about the second seating, and we’re all, “Hey, you have the Crüesnest too?” Apparently they paid an obscene amount of money for their seats – in addition to their normal tickets.

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 I’m not going to say what we paid for our normal tickets…

They knew that there were 12 seats, some people (like them) had purchased them, some were given away from a local radio station and some were given away…randomly. They didn’t know how. That’s when Colby piped up that he got a random email saying he won the seats, and that he deleted it at first, thinking it was spam.

Ooooooh, were they pissed!

They would have been more pissed if they found out I wasn’t a hardcore Crüe fan. I already stood out because I was wearing blue & white (and not the trademark black & red that everyone else was). But not a Crüe fan? That’s a hangin’ offense.

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Anywho.

The orientation was only supposed to last a few minutes, but it lasted significantly longer than that – security didn’t show up to give us our overview until after the opening band finished playing. We scurry off with our lanyards, grab some grub (mm, food stand pretzels), and try to find our way to our seats. Being on the lower floor right in front of the state was a nightmare to get after Alice Cooper started playing. We had to go through multiple checkpoints with our tickets, and we finally found our row. We cross over the gazillion people, only to find out that our seats are on the other side of the aisle. Sighing, we scurry to those seats, and find…someone in our seats. They kept arguing that they were in row 12, not 13, even though people around us said that they were in row 13.

Their actual seats were right in front of them, so they tried to climb over the backs of the seats to get to row 12. Didn’t work so well. Colby mimed us taking their seats, and they agreed. It was significantly easier for us to climb over it than them…

Alice Cooper’s show was awesome.awesome.awesome. Even though he’s as old as Moses, he still puts on an amazing show.

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Okay, he’s 67.

From guillotines to to straight jackets to macabre nurses with knives to giant balloons, the show was something out of a surreal B movie.

Oh, and he had an epee and saber, too.

I sang along when I could, but just generally bobbed/danced in place to the beat.

Why do people take pictures nonstop at concerts? Oh, we took a few here & there, maybe one or two every other song, or if there was something interesting on stage, but some people were snapping away on crappy camera phones with the flash on. 

Boom. Set ended. Everyone rushes to go to the bathroom, get more booze, trample some feet. Me? I just climbed over seats because people wouldn’t let me through.

The anticipation builds.

When will it begin?

Is it now?

What about now?

It’s now.

Get ready for Mötley Crüe!

Boom. Pyrotechnics. Boom. Water guns. Boom. Dancing girls. Boom. Mesmerizing lights.

They had it all.

They went all out.

They held nothing back.

Tommy’s drum solo topped his last one – this time, his drum stand went on a rollercoaster ride. An upside-down rollercoaster ride. Over 20 rows of seats, to stop at the second stage, flip over, then start back again. The crowd went wild, and rightly so. Would you strap yourself into a drum stand, glide over a crowd of thousands, slowly turning and flipping over, all while continuing to play an awesome drum set?

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I think not!

Saints of Los Angeles.

Livewire.

That’s our cue!


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We head to the bottom of the second stage and eagerly wait to be let in. After collecting our belongings, we hang out next to the sound and light machine until the song ends. As soon as the next one cues up, we are ushered up to the second stage, to dance and bob to their last song.

Song ends.

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Lights dim.

Forty security guards line a path from the main stage to the second stage.

Mötley Crüe advances, surrounded by screaming fans.

Up, up, up, they go.

They are six feet away from us. SIX FEET.

Tommy and Nikki Sixx fist-bumped everyone as they walked to their instruments. Well, except for me – my T-Rex arms were too short to reach them. I turned to Colby and looked all sad, when he nudged me a few times and told me to turn around. Nikki Sixx came back to give me a fist bump! Hell yeah!

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We sit down and strap ourselves into our seats. Their last song plays (Home Sweet Home), the stage rises, it’s phenomenal. The groupies to our right are crying, the guys to our left are having a religious experience, and the crowd below us sang along. Song ends. Nikki Sixx throws his drumsticks to us one at a time, and BOOM, Colby catches one! Tommy passes out guitar picks, and one by one, they exit the stage. The crowd is roaring, clapping, screaming.

As we exit the arena, we see tears of sadness and joy, hugs of farewell and brotherhood, people biding farewell to an era, an end of an amazing career of rock gods.

And life goes on.

Rust – Dark 004” byTristan Bowersox

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