The first thing I saw when I pulled up to the Odd Future concert in Tempe, Arizona was the last thing I wanted to see; a line. Not just any line, mind you. A line that went from the front door all the way across the street to the other end of the street. Needless to say this wasn’t a very good start to what was supposed to be the greatest concert of all time.
Two hours, two bottles of water, several panic attacks, and a thorough backpack search later, I had finally entered the Marquee Theater. I rushed to buy a shirt quickly before the show started, and then made my way into the auditorium. As I entered, I realized that it really wasn’t as crowded as I had original anticipated, which was a definite relief. I made my way into the crowded, nudging between the drunk and the scary, hoping to find a good spot. Alas, no standing room of the such was found. Everything was blocked by people that were far too tall to even be allowed in an auditorium or concert hall. At this point it was about 8:15-8:30 PM. The ticket advertised an 8 PM show time, which in most cases means 8:30. I had to be home at 11:30, so I was trying to be as time conscious as I could. As careful as I was to look at my phone every now and then, the minutes kept moving, and there was still no sign of a concert starting.
