It's easy to hate on Kid Rock. The guy speaks his mind loudly enough to ruffle more than a few feathers. But at least you know what you're gonna get with the guy—jingoism, weak beer, ads for the American auto industry, hooks lifted from classic rock, sunglasses. And he keeps his tickets cheap. Rock is punker than most. After dabbling in Southern boogie and kuntry, his latest stuff mines the early '80s shine of Cougar Mellancamp and, well, Foreigner, who open this show.