Death by Barenaked Lady

Last night I was taken (I was too polite to refuse the ticket that was bought for me, without asking) to Barenaked for the Holidays, by my room mates mum and sister. Sometime, mid last week I though there might be some high point to the evening, I found out that Buck 65 was opening.
Well, the people I went with had to drive down from up north, in the snow. They didn't get here until 7:30 (when the sow started) and we had to take the subway from Kipling to Dundas. Needless to say I saw no Buck 65 :( and I was vaguely made fun of for liking an act none of them had heard of. BLARGH!
While I was sitting trying to occupy myself in my mind, yet look interested and happy, I realized how all of there songs sounds very similar, so similar it all sounded like one big song...with the odd holiday song thrown in. The next thing I realized was that there were a lot of fat old people there, some of whom were dancing....YIKES!!!! Next I realized that the entire balcony section was shaking, so much that I seriously began to plot how I would escape certain death if the whole thing collapsed. This was a serious problem. I did sort out that I probably had a fairly good chance of surviving as I was on the top level, so I wouldn't get crushed. Although, at one point I wanted to get up and run (not sure if that was from fear or music). I began to think about my last moments: fat geeky guys bouncing around on stage "rapping", the scratch a mere sound effect from a fancy shmancy keyboard thingy. AAAAAHHHH! How bad would that be!
So, from my near death experience I have learned I must live life to the fullest and never sit on or under a balcony.
There was one positive part to the evening. Steve Lewis spoke. Granted it was for only 2-3 minutes. And the Ladies do have their hearts in the right place, the proceeds from their version of "Do They Know It's Christmas" all go to the Steven Lewis foundation.