I am a man of hate. So when I was struggling to think of something to write about on only my second post, I had to look for inspiration. Whilst scanning my bedroom walls, looking at miscellaneous crap I've put up over the years, it hit me.
I've attended a music festival in London known as Rock the Park for 5 years now. I specifically remember before going to my first one, seeing that April Wine was on the schedule.
As a huge classic rock fan, this excited the fuck out of me, and for the two months leading up to the show, April Wine was all I could listen to. This only made me more anxious to see them so the waiting became almost unbearable.
The day finally came around, and Saga scratched the surface as the opening band, and actually did fairly awesome. Soon Saga left the stage, and up next was April fucking Wine! This is, of course, when disaster struck. The band took the stage, and what soon followed was the worst live performance I've ever witnessed!
The forty-five minute set was filled with what seemed like a total of 5 songs, a 10 minute talk about diabetes, and then another 10 minutes of a shitty drum solo. A guitar solo or bass solo is something I can stand, but drums? It always just sounds like a guy pounding on shit, they all sound the same in my head. What really pissed me off was that they could have filled at least a 90 minute set with hits, but instead, they chose some of their most mellow and ballad-like songs that have no place, at something called Rock the Park.
The dismay only continued after that day, because 3 out of the next 4 Rock the Parks replayed this "greasy horror show."
April Wine: Great on vinyl, horribly horrendous on stage.
But hey, that's just like, my opinion man.
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