From the poverty-esques twenty minutes sitting outside the venue, on the cold, concrete ground and protected from the biting wind and frosty air by nothing but lace, denim, and pleather, to the rather amusing sight of a girl, drunk out of her mind, being dragged from the arena by two angry security guards, the entire ZZ Top Experience is topped by only one: Alice Cooper.
I'm not sure of the exact moment when I gave myself the Keifer-syndrome, but can only have been one of three: The FANTASTIC cover of "Foxey Lady", the moment the fuzzy white guitars appeared on stage (I must admit, I may have completely lost it at that moment. What can I say? I like my celebrity guitars!), or the phenomenal performance of "Sharp Dressed Man".
Lightshow was fabulous, sound was incredible, and the interaction with the audience, while not the best I've seen, was pretty great too. No way could I ask for anything more.