satisfiedI won't spoil it with too many details, because I know
allviolet will being going with her boyfriend to see them on Thursday up in Philly. But just know, that your house has not been rocked until you've been to a Rammstein concert. In fact they don't just rock the house, they rock and flamethrower it down, only to have it then blow up in a Volgin-esqe fireworks display.I don't know if they're going to break-up or not, but I hope they don't. I would love to see them just one more time, if possible. But if not, I am happy to have seen them not once but twice in my life. And yes, for the record, when they came out, I did start shaking and crying. I don't know why I get like that when they come on stage? I guess they just move me!
Edit- I forgot to mention some stuff. The concert started about a half an hour/ 45 minutes behind schedule. I don't know why, but it did. We didn't get an opening act, just some guy dj-ing, playing techno versions of Rammstein songs, which was good, but why have a (turkey) hot dog when you can have a big juicy (turkey) burger (Sorry I don't eat beef or pork but feel free to take out both turkey statements). When Rammstein did get on stage, they played straight through and there wasn't an intermission. Hence why I feel like I lost a fist fight with a steamroller. Jose had a good time. He had never been to a rock concert before, so I was glad this was his first experience at one. I think seeing all the oddly dressed people was something new to him, but he adjusted well (sorta).
