Kid Rock and Lynyrd Skynyrd by the numbers: 20,000 screaming fans (many of them inexplicably soaking wet), 432 T-shirts, 97,000 empty cans of Coors Light, 18,000 teeth, 16,700 pairs of dry pants and four designated drivers.
In a shameless act of profiteering, the flat 2009 version of Skynyrd features the deceased Ronnie Van Zant's younger brother as the frontman. They opened for Kid Rock, although Rock played Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" three songs into his headlining set.
Kid Rock's music has come a long way from his days of "Bawitdaba"; his newfound roots-rock motif suits him well and made for a smooth transition from Skynyrd's Southern rock. He was mildly entertaining, and a full live band heavy on keyboards and woodwinds made his performance far more eclectic than expected. If only he could write a lyric that doesn't mention Detroit, cowboy or weed.
It was, by all measures and stereotypes, a pop-rock mega event. Performers mindlessly intoned about unity, while, ironically, Confederate flags waved in the crowd. Lighters and cell phones lit the air, beach balls and bras flew about and Rock and Skynyrd dropped "Indiana" into their lyrics wherever possible.
In fairness to Kid Rock, I didn't catch a large portion of the show because I was busy pushing a piss-soaked man doing cartwheels away from my girlfriend and trying not to vomit at the sight of a morbidly obese shirtless gentleman fondling his wife in plain view. I went to the Indianapolis Zoo a few weeks ago and witnessed two walruses having sex. It was kind of like that.