Last night: Monster Magnet, ugly guys in sexy leather pants. Backstage at the venue was far more interesting that activities onstage (including "Erotic Price is Right") with strippers wandering and lounging about and an NFL star looking pleased with life. I nearly took a wrong turn backstage and ended onstage with six strippers: there's no way I could have blended sans high-altitude shoes and microscopic bikini. Monster Magnet put on a to-be-expected loud show with lots of bumps & grinds - the simulated ejaculation with water bottle really irked the front row of post-teens and they threw whatever was in their hands at the band. The barricade looked like it was going to collapse, calling to mind the NIN show several years back at which I thought I was going to get crushed as it moved forward a few feet.