Big Cooter:
Goldfinger just totally rocked out. They were the second to last
band on the second stage and timed things well enough to be playing
as the sun was finally starting to dissipate for the day. They took
a comparatively smaller crowd and rocked them hard to the core.
Everyone on the second stage was moving and dancing to the beat -
The young, the old, the ugly, the pretty, the thin, and the fat (as
long as they stayed out of the crowd surfing scene). Everyone,
including myself was in tune to the band's every whim. Each of them
truly outperformed their main stage counter parts, which is why I
was not surprised to see the teenage crowd patrons (from around our
pavilion seats) out there crowd surfing and screaming and yelling at
the top of their well pre-adolescent lungs. Thank god for
earplugs.
The Dude on the Right:
You probably wouldn't think it if you saw me, but I love
Goldfinger. Sure, I'm only familiar with one CD, and sure I've only
seen them in concert once before, so I was totally psyched to see
them again. As I made my way into the photo pit, looked out on the
crowd and saw empty plastic bottles, empty plastic cups, mini
promotional CD's from a phone company, and just about any other item
being launched in the air, crowd surfing already taking place, and
throngs of people doing their best to find a good spot, I knew,
along with the style of Goldfinger's music, that this was going to
be out of control. I was right.
As Big Cooter said, Goldfinger just totally rocked out. The crowd
already knew all of their new songs and sang along appropriately,
the crowd definitely knew their old songs and sang along
appropriately, and the crowd got treated a great abridged cover of
Guns 'n Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle", Sisqo's supposed
brother named Crisco, and an inflatable penis, all of which I can't
believe Big Cooter didn't mention.
Needless to say, Goldfinger did not disappoint anyone who
squished their way into the crowd on the second stage. I just can't
believe I missed them the last time they came through Chicago. It
won't happen again.
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