Well alot of you know I was going to NYC to see GNR this weekend so I figured I would doucment my trip.
The bus ride there was around 16 hours long. Got off without a hitch until the border. We waited about an hour to get in and of course some people had to f- around so it took them like 2 hours to do what ever they had to do. It took me like 35 seconds to clear.
Got into NY around 9:30, had around 10 hours to kill before the concert. I wandered down to the venue, then madison square garden. I spent the next 6 hours wandering around checking out the sites (times square, trump tower, soup nazi place, central park etc). I walked down to the concert around 2:00. The line wasn't that big, 100 people at that point. I met some cool people in line and we sat around chatting until the concert started. Nothing eventful happened during the wait. This rabbi kept walking by every 5 minutes as he seemed confused by us. The venue finally opened at 8:00. I sprinted in and was standing front row just left of the central part of the stage. There were 3 people in wheel chairs next to me. I was kinda like WTF!? disabled people in the general admission area of a Guns concert.... thats smart!.
Bullet for my Valentine was opening. They came on around 9. Holy balls did they suck majorly. After the curtain came up you had to run like 5 feet to the baracade. The disabled people ended up behind me. I was hanging on to the baracade for life. Some dude shoves me and says "Hey f-, let them go ahead of you." I turned around said f- off buddy and kept clinging. He then tried to reef me off the baracade but I just took my free hand and shoved him off (tiny guy). My 2 friends I met there were also telling the guy to f- off. I did let them go ahead and I stood the left of em, although no f- way should have they been there (more on that later).
Guns came on around an hour after that bullet band. They f- killed it! I must say, Axl can f- sing again. He sounds way better then he ever has been, even back in '87. Axl was 5 feet infont of me. I was screaming my f- guts out. I feel sorry for the dude infront of me. He wasn't a guns fan at all and I was singing the lyrics as hard as I could right behind his head.
Sebastian Bach was standing 2 feet behind me! That was the coolest thing ever. He looked like a f- god. Axl pulled him onstage for a song and it was amazing. The guitar player jumped into the crowd 3 times. The one time was near me so I was pushing as hard as I could to get towards him. I got close but no cigar. I realized the disabled people got shoved somewhere so I was back at the baracade. The show ended but guns came out for a paradise city encore. holy f- that was cool. Confetti went off, pyro was going off, fireworks were going off. The lights went down and I went chasing after Bach as I wanted to shake his hand but he was long gone.
I now had 8 hours til my bus and no hotel room. I tried to get into a few afterparties that were advertised as all ages but they weren't. Wandering around I got offered cocaine and numerous other drugs. Seen alot of addicts and lots of crazy f- up people. I went and sat at the port authority for like 10 minutes and a dude comes up and introduces himself. He then asked if I wanted girls, I said not interested. He then asks me if I "wanted anything". I just laughed at him. He then asked for 2 bucks so he can run down the street for 10 minutes, saying he will bring me back a soda. I laughed again and he wandered off. I decided I would spend the night down in the port authority as there are cops around.
Here are some pics. Security was pissed I was taking pictures, kept trying to snatch my phone.











(bumblefoot, new guitarist)
