The Scorpions came to town and rocked a nostalgic crowd for a couple of hours. 
The elderly gentleman in the front stood, in stoic silence, and watched Klaus Meine and his boys trying to recreate their magic. There’s a story right there: the Scorpions have definitely lost a bit of their sting all right, but despite that they gave a memorable experience. That is precisely what was lacking in the Aerosmith show. The drummer, James Kottak, is the eccentric in the band I think. That madman played hard and drank harder. I don’t want to say anything about the guitarists Matthias Jabs and Rudolf Schenker. I really can’t make up my mind about their craft. However the bassist, Pawel Maciwoda, showed that rare touch and spirit. I am not going to humor you with the song list of the concert. They played a few from their latest album Humanity: Hour 1 and followed it up with their classics. I have to make a special mention of the rendition of Still Loving You, Blackout, and When the Smoke is Going Down; these numbers reiterated why these guys are legends. So if you grew up listening to Scorpions and missed the concert, I have to tell you that you missed a special performance. That said, what pleased me was how the band engaged the crowd. It showed that they respected the average Bangalorean that paid 1200 bucks to be there. It was a different story in the Aerosmith show: they acted like they were doing us a favor by performing that night.
Why can’t the monkeys from the Press write accurate concert reviews? WTF! they get paid to write man. The dufus from Times of India wins the first prize this time. Read on:
The audience too pitched in, straining their vocal chords for songs such as Rock You Like A Hurricane, Wind of change, Still loving you, When the smoke is going down, Holiday, Send me an angel, You and I, Blackout, and Under the same sun.
Under the same sun? They never played that number Prashanth. And, what the fuck do you mean by vocal CHORDS? Who are you people? What gives you the authority and the condescension to write nonsense like that? How difficult is it for a young punk like you to attend a concert, make notes, and write an accurate review? And dude, vocal CHORDS!? Get the fuckouta here.
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