The Ozzfest Review

Disappointing, yet still a once in a lifetime experience. This was Ozzfest. Was the 4 and a half hour right there worth it? Was driving for a total of 9 hours worth it? Was sleep deprivation for over 24 hours worth it? I'm pretty sure it was.

When we got there, I decided to not bring my camera in. I figured I would attempt to sneak it in later once I got my passes. The first band started at 10:30, and I couldn't pick up my passes until 2:00. So we walked around The Village of The Damned for a little bit, and then when straight to the second stage. We were there pretty early, so we got a nice cozy spot on the rail, on the right side of the stage. Very very decent. Killswitch Engage was the first band. They came out in their pajamas and tore it up in the opening spot. They closed their set with My Last Serenade and those bastards... They actually stopped playing and left the stage right before the chorus kicked in. I suppose they wanted to do something memorable on the last Ozzfest date. It was quite an original thing for them to do, but on the same token it pissed me off because I love that god damn song. Oh well.

We left the second stage after Chimaira. I went and ate, then my girlfriend bought some shit. Then we picked up my passes. We went into the VIP area for a little bit just to chill out. Then I used my pass to get out and to 'get a pack of cigarettes'. I charmed the security lady. She was nice. So I came back with my camera, and we headed over to the main stage. Once we got back into the backstage area, it was cool as shit. There was a bunch of people from the second stage back there. There was also this Miller Lite tent. It was all cool in there, and there were 2 big ass coolers with nothing big ice cold beer, Sobe Adrenaline Rush, and Sobe fruit punch. Free. I treated my self to about 6 cans of Sobe. Beer sucks, fuck off.

So after about 10 minutes of hanging out in the back stage area, I see David Draiman. Ohhhh shit nigga. I walked right up to him and introduced myself and explained how I've almost met him twice before this. He laughed. I got his autograph on my pass and a picture with him, which is right here. I was very fucking happy at this point. This moment alone made my day. Then I met Dan, the guitarist from Disturbed. That pic is here. I also got a pic with Mike, the drummer from Disturbed, who was definitely the coolest of them all, but the lame ass bitch who took the picture for me fucked it up. Me and my girlfriend posed with him, so she couldn't take it like she did with the others. Bastard.

Still haven't met any member of Korn at this point. I figured they'd be walking around or something eventually. My thinking was, since Disturbed was hanging out back there with everyone all day, they gotta be coming out at least once. They never did though. Bitches. But I'll get into that later. Chevelle started, so we decided we were gonna get out of the backstage area and watch from the lawn. As I was walking the route to leave the backstage, I noticed people with the same type of pass of me coming out of the actual back exit of the stage. I was like 'o0o0o'. I flashed my pass, and we went right on stage! I watched Chevelle right from the side of the stage. Bad ass shit. After Chevelle's set, we went back out to look for Korn. None of them were around again. So after some more Sobe and talking with second stage bands, we went to go on stage for Manson... Rejected. Apparently, Marilyn Manson is a little pompous bitch and doesn't like anybody else on stage while he's performing. What an egotistical fuck. After he got off stage though, as he was walking back to his dressing room, it was drizzling, and I actually saw someone from their crew holding and umbrella for him. What a pompous bitch. Is he an invalid 2 year old now? Fag. Right after that I saw David from Korn playing his drums making sure everything was all good. I sat there watching him right next to his kit for a few. That was pretty unbelievable. Later on I said Hi to him and he said Hey back.

Ahh Disturbed time. I watched their entire set from the side of the stage. It was fucking great. Amazingly bad ass. A once in a lifetime experience. Something I will never forget. After they got off stage, it was Korn time. We were on the stage, waiting for them to come on and some asian guy who works for the band tried to stick a bunch of pretty, slutty little groupie fucks in front of me. I wasn't having that shit. I asked the guy, who worked for Korn, just like me, why he was putting these chicks in front of me. He said that they had Korn passes and Jon wants them up here. I told him I had Korn passes too and showed him, so he I managed to get them next to me opposed to in front of me. Korn starts. Again, amazing. What a great fucking set. Being 5 feet away from Head was fucking sick shit. Being able to watch from where I was standing is just completely indescribable.

After their set, they actually held back some of us so the band could exit the stage first. This is when I was shoved aside by a security guard as Munky, with a fucking towel on his head was escorted by like 4-5 guards back to his dressing room. Like he's fucking Michael Jackson or something. Fuck you Munky. You're not that cool, and you are surely pretentious. After that, I walked around for a while trying to find Jonathan. I wanted to meet him so badly. I walked around the bus area. Couldn't find him. I saw Fieldy though and I could have walked right up to him and talked to him, but I declined. I have no desire to talk to a fat ass sell out wigger fuck who's making and playing music for money and money alone. Bitch. Fieldy isn't cool enough to meet me. I found Jon's dressing room. I saw him in it as this big fat ass black guy closed it. I showed him my pass, and explained to him that I work for the band and I asked him if he could at least let Jon know that 'a wiz from Korn Korner' was there. He wouldn't do it. Fat cocksucker. I'm pretty confident that if Jon knew a wiz from Korner was out there, he would have let me in. But no fucking dice. That fat fucking negro bitch. I'll get my revenge on you. So, that's how my night ended. Being rejected and ending up not meeting anyone from the band I've worked for online for 2 years. I've put a lot of time and effort in for them, and some dumb fucking faggot cocksucker from their crew fucked up my sweet reward. Oh well, fuck it. I met Disturbed, and I like them more now a days anyway. They haven't sold out to the extent Korn has.

Oh by the way, Fuck Ozzy Lame ass. I do not see how anyone could sit there and watch him and his homosexual band play on stage for nearly 2 fucking hours while he sits there rambling incoherently and throwing fucking buckets of water on people. It's just fucking stupid to me. What a lame old bitch. Give it up Ozzy, your brain is gone. Stop performing. Stick to your stupid fucking TV show and molesting your ugly fucking dogs. Ozzfest can be Ozzfest without you.

I realized one big thing though on this great night. I hate the music industry. Seeing the way smaller bands treat me, versus the way I'm treated by bigger bands. It's just pathetic the way it changes a person. I'd never want to be a part of it. Pompous bitches. This excludes Disturbed, who were very accessible all day long. Great fucking band for their fans. I wish Korn would have been half as nice to their fans as Disturbed was. On the other hand, maybe if I was a skinny, spanish, big titted slut bitch, I could have met them all. Just maybe.