….is what a lot of people felt after they exited Palace Grounds in Bangalore last night.

For one, it was nasty hot. For two, it was terribly crowded. For three, they (other event managers who don’t always remember everything) forgot to sprinkle water on the ground and it was dusty as the Sahara in the throes of a dust-storm. For four, all mobile networks were jammed and one could not touch base with all of one’s friends who had converged ‘pon the very same venue.

All that however, didn’t matter once Steven Tyler strut his stuff on stage.

That old cat can rock the joint like no one else. Having watched Aerosmith videos for years, watching him prance about in his tight pants and do his deverish dance with the mike was unreal! When he sang Love in an elevator, Dream On and Living on the edge, I would have danced like a madman if only there had been space to do so.

No Smoking Inside The Venue said the big bold sign, I must have missed the fine print that said ‘Smoking Up Allowed’ because the smell of weed was strong enough to bottle. Heh heh.

The trip was also made worthwhile because I caught up with some old friends, some whom I hadn’t seen in years, spent long hours at Opus pre and post the show and drove back home in a car with two other Rediff amigos! Fun Fun.

Still can’t get over the fact I watched Aerosmith perform live from twenty feet away last night. WhooHooo!