Last night I was lucky enough to see the “Eminem Recovery concert“ in Melbourne with several of the Warcom boys and a handful of other mates.

Before I go on, I must warn you that this blog about the “Eminem Recovery concert“  is one big massive rant. I am a massive Eminem fan and I think he himself was awesome last night, but the event organisation – was shit – so proceed with caution.

Positives!

The drive into Etihad Stadium was surprisingly pretty good and only took me about 45mins.

… Let’s not talk about the drive home though, and the CityLink genius who organised road works to take place on the same night as this concert.

Any how.

So as I drive into the stadium, the parking attending politely informs me that parking is $35.00!  I politely informed him that “I don’t want to buy the car spot, I just wanted to park my car there.”

Anyway, so I park the car and head off to Gate 7 to try and figure out how I get my “general admission band”. So I walk over to the person handing out the wrist bands and I’m given a yellow band and the young lass I was with is handed a purple wrist band (I didn’t think of much of this at the time).

So any how, after watching two pretty average bands, out rolled Eminem who is greeted by screams and cheers – as you would expect! I must admit, I was pretty pumped to see him as I’m a big Eminem fan!

Let the rant begin:

I’m not actually sure what the hell was going on with the audio, but for at least the first two or three songs, Eminem was singing really softly and being drowned out by the music and bass.

The big projector screens had green and red dead pixels on them. What’s with that?

Any how.

Half way into the concert it was ‘nature call’ time, so I head off to the toilets, which stink; are full of empty drink containers, there’s vomit all over the floor. You get the point.

I get the job done and head back to the so called ‘general admission’ area only to be told that I can’t get in, because I’ve got a yellow wrist band, instead of a purple wrist band.

I very politely tell “taxi driver aka rent a security guard” that all my mates are in there, and they all have yellow wrist bands.

nb: There was about 15 people standing in line with me, doing the same thing.

Fast forward a few moments and ‘rent a cop’ starts swearing at people and pushing us? (not cool), so two big kiwi dudes very politely have a word with him.

So anyway, I wait a few moments and just stroll on in behind half a dozen hot chicks and massive dudes, with yellow wrist bands. Kinda interesting that they don’t say anything to them?

At this point I was pretty pissed off and actually went and complained to the customer service department, who didn’t give a crap. As expected,

By now I’d pretty much had enough and wanted to kill someone. So considering I was at an Eminem concert, this is the sort of mood you’d want to be in anyway.

Fast forward an hour.

Eminem does his best and to be honest, he’s actually pretty good live, but if I was him – I’d be super pissed off at the amateurs running my audio.

Conclusion:

Etihad / Dainty organisation totally ruined what should have been the concert of the year.

• The security company used were absolutely bloody hopeless.
• I witness several security blokes man handling women/girls and then high fiveing each other after doing so – this isn’t cool.
• The toilets where absolute filth. The organisers should have had cleaners, cleaning every hour at least, not just letting the toilets smell like someone had died in them.
• They sold out of Smirnoff in all the bars (from what I was told) in less than hour.

nb: You’re still a superstar Eminem.

Tags: concerts, eminem, eminem recovery, eminem songs, etihad, etihad stadium, melbourne, music, recovery, wrist bands

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