Worst Concert Experience Ever...

[Pornhubby]

The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion in the Woodlands (just north of Houston) is a (mostly) outside venue. Summer temps in Houston-95 degrees with 85% humidity. The facility has no parking. You have to park in a satellite lot and either hike it in or take a shuttle.

I have been to a number of shows at CWMP. Between the heat, the humidity, the mosquitoes, and overly drunk obnoxious fans (three young women vomiting in the row behind me and requiring EMS), it’s on my never again list.

[Hilda]

I have been to a number of shows at CWMP. Between the heat, the humidity, the mosquitoes, and overly drunk obnoxious fans (three young women vomiting in the row behind me and requiring EMS), it’s on my never again list.

I was trying to picture the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion in my mind and remembered Google Maps. The street view only goes so far, but the satellite view is great, as are some of the linked photos of the site. It's difficult imagining the place buzzing with mosquitoes.

[Pornhubby]

It's difficult imagining the place buzzing with mosquitoes.

I take it you haven’t been to Houston Texas between March and December. I don’t like to spray myself with deet, but if you don’t, you will be eaten alive.

[Hilda]

I take it you haven’t been to Houston Texas between March and December. I don’t like to spray myself with deet, but if you don’t, you will be eaten alive.

That bad, is it? You're right, I haven't been to Houston. The nearest I ever got was a long drive through Dallas, Austin, and San Antonio over the Easter weekend of 2004. Maybe the mosquitoes were celebrating the holiday by abstaining.

[Pornhubby]

I take it you haven’t been to Houston Texas between March and December. I don’t like to spray myself with deet, but if you don’t, you will be eaten alive.

That bad, is it? You're right, I haven't been to Houston. The nearest I ever got was a long drive through Dallas, Austin, and San Antonio over the Easter weekend of 2004. Maybe the mosquitoes were celebrating the holiday by abstaining.

The closer you get to the Gulf in Texas, the higher the humidity. And Houston just has a lot of standing water. It was built on a swamp. Huge malaria epidemics back in the day. Not nearly so bad in the other places you’ve been. And I’ve lived in all of them. Including Houston. I live in Austin at the moment.

[Hilda]

I take it you haven’t been to Houston Texas between March and December. I don’t like to spray myself with deet, but if you don’t, you will be eaten alive.

That bad, is it? You're right, I haven't been to Houston. The nearest I ever got was a long drive through Dallas, Austin, and San Antonio over the Easter weekend of 2004. Maybe the mosquitoes were celebrating the holiday by abstaining.

The closer you get to the Gulf in Texas, the higher the humidity. And Houston just has a lot of standing water. It was built on a swamp. Huge malaria epidemics back in the day. Not nearly so bad in the other places you’ve been. And I’ve lived in all of them. Including Houston. I live in Austin at the moment.

I didn't know about the standing water in Houston. Now that I do, it makes so much sense. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but the route I took on that drive was very close to the one in Chuck Berry's Promised Land, minus the Houston leg. A month or two later I flew to California, completing the musical journey.

[JohnTheVoyeur]

As a kid, I was dragged to a Roger Whittaker concert, if anyone knows who he is.

Prince was playing in the town at the same time, after 1999 became a big hit. Guess where I'd rather have been?

[Hilda]

As a kid, I was dragged to a Roger Whittaker concert, if anyone knows who he is.

Sure. The whistling guy, right?

I haven't heard the name in ages, so I went over to Wikipedia to see what he's been up to. Tending a herd of zebras, apparently.

[JohnTheVoyeur]

As a kid, I was dragged to a Roger Whittaker concert, if anyone knows who he is.

Sure. The whistling guy, right?

I haven't heard the name in ages, so I went over to Wikipedia to see what he's been up to. Tending a herd of zebras, apparently.

Yes, that's him. His song The Last Farewell is actually pretty good, but I hated his music back then. Not exactly a fan of it now.

[Pornhubby]

As a kid, I was dragged to a Roger Whittaker concert, if anyone knows who he is.

Prince was playing in the town at the same time, after 1999 became a big hit. Guess where I'd rather have been?

I practically lived at First Avenue back in the day. I saw Prince so many times. He had his own private level in the club, that you had to be GOD to enter. But if he enjoyed the performer on the stage, he would always run down and do a set. And it was just so awesome. So much nose candy. So much incredible music. Beautiful women. Jesus Christ where is my magic hot tub time machine.?

[JohnTheVoyeur]

There are a few bands/artists no longer with us that I regret never getting to see live. Prince is second on my list, after Queen with Freddy Mercury.

[Coach Eric]

I saw Aerosmith SO many times as a teen. Probably the worst band live. The parties in the parking lot at Pine Knob was the reason we’d go.

[Hilda]

Not the worst concert ever, but one of the most disappointing:

Pablo Cruise

In the late '70s they were doing well in the charts, and I enjoyed their A Place in the Sun album. I was looking forward to hearing them live in 1979.

What ruined their performance was the bass player. Maybe he was stoned, or maybe he was having a bad day, but he was terrible.

I felt sorry for the lead guitarist and the keyboard player, both of whom were talented artists.

[Writers Bloque]

The first Hangout fest blew.

A drunk woman tried to mount my shoulders, as my pregnant wife was in her chair trying to vibe with the music. Then when I refused, she kept on trying to get on my shoulders when her whatever he was to her tried to out dick mode me, and I ended up "Falling" into him when she finally got on my shoulders. I "lost my balance" and slammed her into her drunk w/e. They tried to fight, but their biggest battle was the sauces flowing through them, as they tried and failed to get up. There wasn't anything worth listening to, but my wife enjoyed it. The beer sucked. But I did sneak in some Fireball and root beer mixed. Wife had to drive us home. Never went again, wife goes with her squad, but I was told to find something else to do.