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The Part Where I Manage To Escape Most Of The Rain And Buy The Best TShirt Ever.
I actually get to the venue a little after 4 like I planned (something of an accomplishment for me), and got my early entry wristband, and stood in the fanclub line with a bunch of prepubescent and teenage girls and their mothers. I am sure they are awesome people (or will grow up to be awesome people) individually, but I am kind of sad that they are the main face of the fans that the boys see. Then, it started raining. I chickened out early and went to stand under the box office awning. Which turned into a gigantic puddle with runoff from the slope behind and above. PORTENT OF THINGS TO COME.
They finally let us in and I hotfoot it over to the merch booth, where no one knows what is happening. I've been very unlucky with merch people these last two shows. I get my 'leave me alone' shirt and necklace, and ask about a bat hoodie, and they don't know what is going on and half the hoodies are gigantic and missing size tags and then a shrieking mass of wet teen girls come dashing up the hill and I say 'fuck it' and pay and leave so I can get a good spot, which I later found was a bit unnecessary, but whatever. I didn't need to stand there and get soaked. But it's too bad about the hoodie. Obviously, I need to give Pete Wentz as much money as possible. Also, the purple bat is fuzzy. I'm a little bit horrified and a little bit embarrassed (the girl's not proud), but mostly resigned to the amount of money I'm willing to spend on these boys.
I make it into the floor, second row from the barrier, and it's all good. Then, there's this terrible smell. I try to think about how it could not possibly be sewage. Then, the girls behind me start talking about how there is a gigantic puddle of water forming under their feet. And leaking into their shoes. There are rumors of how someone threw up in the disgusting water somewhere to the right. I see the security types on the other side of the barrier walking around in about an inch of water. I thank the baby jesus that my indie kid shoes are relatively waterproof. Finally, someone figures out how to get rid of the water, and the music starts!
HAVE YOU HEARD OF MY RELIGION? or, They Were Not Kidding About The Gay or The Cult.
The show starts with a mostly dark stage, and then the drummer (Nate?) comes out and starts up this awesome pounding rhythm that just makes your heart beat faster, and then everyone else shows up and it's basically the best thing ever.
I've read recaps of Cobra Starship shows before, and I didn't really believe the part where Gabe was really kind of a lot gay. But it's all true. Every last flounce and hand wave and feeling himself up. I also didn't quite believe the bit about "loving someone so much you don't want to share her and keep her tied up in your basement", but that is also true, though less terrifying in an actual concert context. Maybe because I can't see his eyes. At any rate, seeing them perform makes the Idea of Gabe a lot less creepy. \0/
I was able to identify Ryland by his WHITE WHITE jacket. It is indeed very nice and white. Something happened to his guitar after a song or two, so they borrowed one from TAI. Because they are poor and all their money goes to the Foundation for Cobras. Or something.
But really, the whole point is that Cobra Starship is indeed a dance party, as I'm sure I remember someone saying, and I sang along with "no one hears you in this room", and the other stuff I could remember the words to. They are about a million times better live than recorded, which is a bit of a shame. Vicky T is a darling, and my girlcrush continues unabated.
She does insist on wearing a lot of black, though, which makes her hard to photograph.
Apparently I have a secret shoe fetish? Anyway, Gabe's shoes amuse the shit out of me. Vicky T. was rocking some black Converse with her dress, which further endears her to me.
I'm impressed by how tight a show they run. Everything keeps moving right along and happens when it's supposed to and everything is awesome without feeling choreographed at all. I guess it makes sense as the band seems to be made up of experienced performers, but I really appreciate it.
Also, at one point, Patrick was watching from side stage. HI PATRICK. Cuter than puppies, that boy.
Gabe + Vicky T = adorable. At one point, they did this little back-and-forth dance thing that I want to call a two-step, but is probably not.
\0/ yes, I am so easy to please.
And then they did Snakes On A Plane, and William came out and Paul Wall did Travis's part and it was a rockin' good time.
Sharing the microphone with a girl is different from sharing with a boy.
I have mentally entitled this picture "One Of These Does Not Belong".
BFF4EVA
I would love to see Cobra again.
Paul Wall
I didn't want to leave my spot, so I sat through Paul Wall. This is when the crowd started to get kind of nasty around me, but whatever. Still don't care about Paul Wall. His choruses are really repetitive and thus easy to sing along with. And when you're in the pit, the stage patter is a lot harder to hear because the speakers are straight above you, so I didn't have to listen to him try and sell me grills or his album. He gets a great bit shrug.
The Academy Is... or I love William Beckett's Arms
Pretty much everything I have to say about TAI somehow involves me laughing and/or squeeing over how William waves his arms around.
"Bearing Witness" - always a classic. Bill Beckett is the prettiest girl in school, and everyone knows it.
We're not sure, but there is bonus Sisky and Butcher. I do not approve of Sisky's hair. Butcher I always approve of. Especially when I can see his tattoos.
Guitar sex is the best! But Mike Carden gets two thumbs down for wearing all black and hiding in the dark at all times.
\0/
I'm not sure, but this is when I noticed his weird ankle-boot-types shoes. WTF. /shoefetish.
They get half-points for wearing light-coloured clothing, but no points for standing in the dark.
Pete came out for a hot minute, I forget which song.
Zombie!arms are a new one that he's still working on.
Guitar sex is still best, and the best is even better when you do it lying on the floor.
Michael Guy Chislett shows Butcher a little love.
And before you know it, it's a party at the drum stand!
Bill's epicness will not be contained.
Thank you and good night!
I really liked their set, and I am endlessly tickled by one Mr. William Beckett. I'd love to see them again. It's probably a familiarity thing, as I haven't listened to their new album as much as their old one, but I really like the stuff from Almost Here better. I feel like you can kind of tell he had to rewrite all the words in a hurry on Santi.
During TAI, the kids around me got kinda nasty, and I was in a group of equally small girls who were getting shoved around by people with both height and weight on us. It was just not gonna happen. I can do a lot of things, but I can't hold my spot against several girls who have to have at least 20lbs on me and are backed by the rest of the pit. I was going to need to start using my pointy elbows if I wanted to keep my place, but that also seemed like a good way to get my ass kicked by the scarily dead-eyed couple to my right so I decided that I could feel my pants sagging due to the weight of sweat collected on them that it was time to skedaddle.
I went and ate a soft pretzel and drank most of a sickeningly sweet strawberry thing, watched Travis drum, and listened to Vicky T sing pretty when she came out for her song. No pictures as I was busy eating. ^_~ When I was done, I got in touch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dexwebster's boyfriend, and hopped back down to see if I could spot her. No such luck, but I did find a good group of rowdy barely-pubescent boys to use as my avenue toward the stage. Unfortunately, this also turned into Amateur Highway for the crowd surfers, and I had quite a few people dumped on my head, and one girl god dumped on her head, but she got up okay, and I managed to get to the side of most of the ridiculousness, and ended up about three rows from the barrier. \0/
this is the time and this is the place to be alive, OR, Clare loves Fall Out Boy and their show, fullstop.
Between sets, they did their usual FBR/Decaydance marathon, so I had that Hush Sound song running through any empty spots left in my head.
This image really freaks me out, and I live to share the love.
Seriously, FLYING OUT OF THE STAGE. Pete and Joe in particular go REALLY FUCKING HIGH. Patrick is much more sedate.
Really Random Aside: I forget which song it is, but it's the one where they show clips of their different vids, interspersed with animations. (Not that you can tell, but) In this one, the garage door has just shut over the clip from Arms Race of them rocking out for the Scary Hip Hop Dudes. I know it probably isn't, but I've decided that it is referencing the "I'm Not Okay" vid by My Chemical Romance. No one can tell me it's not.
HI PATRICK
Joe is a fucking rockstar and everyone knows it.
Immediately post-'costume'-change. I was obsessed with watching him adjust his sleeves. HI PATRICK
\0/ I liked the bits where they showed the guys on the big screen in B&W. THEY ARE SO PRETTY IN B&W.
Either right before this, or right after, the two of them had this adorable little conference right there in the middle of the stage, leaning close so they could hear. <3 Also, HIPS.
I SEE THE LIGHT AND IT IS BETWEEN PATRICK'S THIGHS. ahahhaah I can't believe I just said that! also, I crack myself up! HA!
How is everything he does so insanely HOT?
I'm sort of going to apologize for how big these are, except not really. I'm pretty sure it would be some kind of crime to make them any smaller. And if anyone wants the full 1200x1600 versions, just drop me a line.
And this would be the point at which I became obsessed with staring at Patrick's shoes. They look Doc Martin-ish, and fairly heavy duty, to my unknowing eye.
I like how it kind of looks like he's wearing eyeliner in this one. I'm pretty sure he isn't, because I'm pretty sure we would have heard about it by now. But still. \0/
ANDY COMING TO PLAY RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.
As soon as he sat down, he took off his glasses and put them in a little pouch that was on one of the cymbal stands. \0/ WHY IS IT SO CUTE THAT HE PLAYS WITHOUT HIS GLASSES? Also, it made me really wonder, as one semi-blind person to another, how much he can see and how much of his playing is muscle memory of knowing where the drums are supposed to be. Which would make total sense, and not even in a 'can't see' sort of way. It's not like I have to look at my fingers when I'm playing violin, but still. *wonders*
Thank you and Good Night.
Misc Notes:
- Watching Patrick while Pete talks is comedy GOLD. He rolls his eyes and laughs and waves his hands around sarcastically (and gay-ly).
- Screaming "WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FUCKING FACE" is almost as much fun as "GOD DAMN ARMS RACE", but fewer people do it.
- Joe loves to shake his sweaty hair at everyone. <3 He does it well.
- I love watching them run around. SO MUCH.
- I would also LOVELOVELOVE a high quality full-stage straight-on video of the performance, so I could take the time to really see what the video screens behind them are doing during each song. I really really want that.
Short Videos, OR, I finally made Youtube my bitch
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs.
I really only kept this bit for the part where Pete does his spinning thing and I catch it completely on accident. Really jerky at the beginning, sorry.
Andy Drumming! \0/
The ending of Saturday.
I am without words to describe how amazing and happy and awesome I felt while standing there, getting silver confetti stuck to every exposed inch of sweaty skin, crushed and tired and horse from yelling and covered in sweat, at least half of which was not mine. I want to do this again and again and again.
They're still gigantic, for how short they are, but you can grab the avi's here, scroll all the way down, they're at the bottom.
Wrap Up and Misc. Ramblings
On my way out,mitchco called, and I rambled at her about how much I love her and FOB and how I hoped she could hear when I called her and how awesome and amazing the show was, and how much confetti was stuck down the front of my shirt.
Then, I got in phone touch withdexwester again, and followed her directions out to where she was and we talked and squeed for quite a while. It's so cool to see real live people behind all the awesomitude that happens on the internets. She told me about the awesometastic stories she is writing and I clapped my hands and was incoherent about pretty much everything. Then I finally started crashing and she and her boyfriend had a long ride home, so we parted ways. I accidentally took the long way home, but it all worked out.
From the people giving people stuff on the way out, I managed to get handed a FBR/Decaydance sampler CD!
Tracklisting
1. The Academy Is... - LAX to O'HARE
2. Paramore - BORN FOR THIS
3. Powerspace - RIGHT ON RIGHT NOW
4. Cute Is What We Aim For - MOAN
5. This Providence - A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
6. Lifetime - AIRPORT MONDAY MORNING
7. Gym Class Heroes - SHOOT DOWN THE STARS
8. Cobra Starship - IT'S WARMER IN THE BASEMENT
9. The Hush Sound - WINE RED
I wasn't going to open it up, as I already have all the songs that I'd be interested in listening to, but I just now noticed that there is a 'digital catalog and music videos on the enhanced portion' of the CD, so I'll see what's what later.
When I got home, I discovered exactly how amazingly soft the 'leave me alone' shirt is. (I still never want to have to take it off.)
Misc Ramblings
- I regret, a little bit, not being able to sit there and just *watch*. In many ways, I would love to be able to sit there, and take it all in, to watch their faces, to enjoy their interaction, to experience the show that way. But on the other hand, I can't not get up and jump around and scream until my lungs give out, and doing so makes me so incredibly happy, so I guess I'll just have to read everyone else's recaps for all the bits I missed while I was busy bouncing around.
- The concert high from MCR was like a gigantic vibration in my bones. Just constant and deep. The concert high from FOB is like a constant stream of crackling electricity just under my skin. Both of them make me never want to have to sleep again.
- I unreasonably want to go see them yet again, but it just ain't gonna happen. North Carolina is really far away, as is Georgia.
- Maybe I went into this low on sleep anyway, but these two shows really ended up slamming me, in terms of emotional energy. Like. Yeah. I've been a bit of a wreck. The higher you fly the harder you fall? At any rate, I never expected to feel this strongly about these boys or their music.
- I'm kind of impressed and astonished that I made it back up to the front again after leaving my spot. I feel a like I should feel bad, because it probably means I was accidentally an asshole to a whole bunch of people, but I can't actually feel that bad. And god bless barely pubescent boys who are trying to mosh and not big enough to crush me.
- I am officially never allowed to try and actually meet these boys. I will turn into a dribbling idiotic wreck who can't say anything besides HI PATRICK and really, it's for the best.
This video sums up the whole experience nicely.
The Part Where I Manage To Escape Most Of The Rain And Buy The Best TShirt Ever.
I actually get to the venue a little after 4 like I planned (something of an accomplishment for me), and got my early entry wristband, and stood in the fanclub line with a bunch of prepubescent and teenage girls and their mothers. I am sure they are awesome people (or will grow up to be awesome people) individually, but I am kind of sad that they are the main face of the fans that the boys see. Then, it started raining. I chickened out early and went to stand under the box office awning. Which turned into a gigantic puddle with runoff from the slope behind and above. PORTENT OF THINGS TO COME.
They finally let us in and I hotfoot it over to the merch booth, where no one knows what is happening. I've been very unlucky with merch people these last two shows. I get my 'leave me alone' shirt and necklace, and ask about a bat hoodie, and they don't know what is going on and half the hoodies are gigantic and missing size tags and then a shrieking mass of wet teen girls come dashing up the hill and I say 'fuck it' and pay and leave so I can get a good spot, which I later found was a bit unnecessary, but whatever. I didn't need to stand there and get soaked. But it's too bad about the hoodie. Obviously, I need to give Pete Wentz as much money as possible. Also, the purple bat is fuzzy. I'm a little bit horrified and a little bit embarrassed (the girl's not proud), but mostly resigned to the amount of money I'm willing to spend on these boys.
I make it into the floor, second row from the barrier, and it's all good. Then, there's this terrible smell. I try to think about how it could not possibly be sewage. Then, the girls behind me start talking about how there is a gigantic puddle of water forming under their feet. And leaking into their shoes. There are rumors of how someone threw up in the disgusting water somewhere to the right. I see the security types on the other side of the barrier walking around in about an inch of water. I thank the baby jesus that my indie kid shoes are relatively waterproof. Finally, someone figures out how to get rid of the water, and the music starts!
HAVE YOU HEARD OF MY RELIGION? or, They Were Not Kidding About The Gay or The Cult.
The show starts with a mostly dark stage, and then the drummer (Nate?) comes out and starts up this awesome pounding rhythm that just makes your heart beat faster, and then everyone else shows up and it's basically the best thing ever.
I've read recaps of Cobra Starship shows before, and I didn't really believe the part where Gabe was really kind of a lot gay. But it's all true. Every last flounce and hand wave and feeling himself up. I also didn't quite believe the bit about "loving someone so much you don't want to share her and keep her tied up in your basement", but that is also true, though less terrifying in an actual concert context. Maybe because I can't see his eyes. At any rate, seeing them perform makes the Idea of Gabe a lot less creepy. \0/
I was able to identify Ryland by his WHITE WHITE jacket. It is indeed very nice and white. Something happened to his guitar after a song or two, so they borrowed one from TAI. Because they are poor and all their money goes to the Foundation for Cobras. Or something.
But really, the whole point is that Cobra Starship is indeed a dance party, as I'm sure I remember someone saying, and I sang along with "no one hears you in this room", and the other stuff I could remember the words to. They are about a million times better live than recorded, which is a bit of a shame. Vicky T is a darling, and my girlcrush continues unabated.
She does insist on wearing a lot of black, though, which makes her hard to photograph.
Apparently I have a secret shoe fetish? Anyway, Gabe's shoes amuse the shit out of me. Vicky T. was rocking some black Converse with her dress, which further endears her to me.
I'm impressed by how tight a show they run. Everything keeps moving right along and happens when it's supposed to and everything is awesome without feeling choreographed at all. I guess it makes sense as the band seems to be made up of experienced performers, but I really appreciate it.
Also, at one point, Patrick was watching from side stage. HI PATRICK. Cuter than puppies, that boy.
Gabe + Vicky T = adorable. At one point, they did this little back-and-forth dance thing that I want to call a two-step, but is probably not.
\0/ yes, I am so easy to please.
And then they did Snakes On A Plane, and William came out and Paul Wall did Travis's part and it was a rockin' good time.
Sharing the microphone with a girl is different from sharing with a boy.
I have mentally entitled this picture "One Of These Does Not Belong".
BFF4EVA
I would love to see Cobra again.
Paul Wall
I didn't want to leave my spot, so I sat through Paul Wall. This is when the crowd started to get kind of nasty around me, but whatever. Still don't care about Paul Wall. His choruses are really repetitive and thus easy to sing along with. And when you're in the pit, the stage patter is a lot harder to hear because the speakers are straight above you, so I didn't have to listen to him try and sell me grills or his album. He gets a great bit shrug.
The Academy Is... or I love William Beckett's Arms
Pretty much everything I have to say about TAI somehow involves me laughing and/or squeeing over how William waves his arms around.
"Bearing Witness" - always a classic. Bill Beckett is the prettiest girl in school, and everyone knows it.
We're not sure, but there is bonus Sisky and Butcher. I do not approve of Sisky's hair. Butcher I always approve of. Especially when I can see his tattoos.
Guitar sex is the best! But Mike Carden gets two thumbs down for wearing all black and hiding in the dark at all times.
\0/
I'm not sure, but this is when I noticed his weird ankle-boot-types shoes. WTF. /shoefetish.
They get half-points for wearing light-coloured clothing, but no points for standing in the dark.
Pete came out for a hot minute, I forget which song.
Zombie!arms are a new one that he's still working on.
Guitar sex is still best, and the best is even better when you do it lying on the floor.
Michael Guy Chislett shows Butcher a little love.
And before you know it, it's a party at the drum stand!
Bill's epicness will not be contained.
Thank you and good night!
I really liked their set, and I am endlessly tickled by one Mr. William Beckett. I'd love to see them again. It's probably a familiarity thing, as I haven't listened to their new album as much as their old one, but I really like the stuff from Almost Here better. I feel like you can kind of tell he had to rewrite all the words in a hurry on Santi.
During TAI, the kids around me got kinda nasty, and I was in a group of equally small girls who were getting shoved around by people with both height and weight on us. It was just not gonna happen. I can do a lot of things, but I can't hold my spot against several girls who have to have at least 20lbs on me and are backed by the rest of the pit. I was going to need to start using my pointy elbows if I wanted to keep my place, but that also seemed like a good way to get my ass kicked by the scarily dead-eyed couple to my right so I decided that I could feel my pants sagging due to the weight of sweat collected on them that it was time to skedaddle.
I went and ate a soft pretzel and drank most of a sickeningly sweet strawberry thing, watched Travis drum, and listened to Vicky T sing pretty when she came out for her song. No pictures as I was busy eating. ^_~ When I was done, I got in touch with
dexwebster's boyfriend, and hopped back down to see if I could spot her. No such luck, but I did find a good group of rowdy barely-pubescent boys to use as my avenue toward the stage. Unfortunately, this also turned into Amateur Highway for the crowd surfers, and I had quite a few people dumped on my head, and one girl god dumped on her head, but she got up okay, and I managed to get to the side of most of the ridiculousness, and ended up about three rows from the barrier. \0/this is the time and this is the place to be alive, OR, Clare loves Fall Out Boy and their show, fullstop.
Between sets, they did their usual FBR/Decaydance marathon, so I had that Hush Sound song running through any empty spots left in my head.
This image really freaks me out, and I live to share the love.
Seriously, FLYING OUT OF THE STAGE. Pete and Joe in particular go REALLY FUCKING HIGH. Patrick is much more sedate.
Really Random Aside: I forget which song it is, but it's the one where they show clips of their different vids, interspersed with animations. (Not that you can tell, but) In this one, the garage door has just shut over the clip from Arms Race of them rocking out for the Scary Hip Hop Dudes. I know it probably isn't, but I've decided that it is referencing the "I'm Not Okay" vid by My Chemical Romance. No one can tell me it's not.
HI PATRICK
Joe is a fucking rockstar and everyone knows it.
Immediately post-'costume'-change. I was obsessed with watching him adjust his sleeves. HI PATRICK
\0/ I liked the bits where they showed the guys on the big screen in B&W. THEY ARE SO PRETTY IN B&W.
Either right before this, or right after, the two of them had this adorable little conference right there in the middle of the stage, leaning close so they could hear. <3 Also, HIPS.
I SEE THE LIGHT AND IT IS BETWEEN PATRICK'S THIGHS. ahahhaah I can't believe I just said that! also, I crack myself up! HA!
How is everything he does so insanely HOT?
I'm sort of going to apologize for how big these are, except not really. I'm pretty sure it would be some kind of crime to make them any smaller. And if anyone wants the full 1200x1600 versions, just drop me a line.
And this would be the point at which I became obsessed with staring at Patrick's shoes. They look Doc Martin-ish, and fairly heavy duty, to my unknowing eye.
I like how it kind of looks like he's wearing eyeliner in this one. I'm pretty sure he isn't, because I'm pretty sure we would have heard about it by now. But still. \0/
ANDY COMING TO PLAY RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.
As soon as he sat down, he took off his glasses and put them in a little pouch that was on one of the cymbal stands. \0/ WHY IS IT SO CUTE THAT HE PLAYS WITHOUT HIS GLASSES? Also, it made me really wonder, as one semi-blind person to another, how much he can see and how much of his playing is muscle memory of knowing where the drums are supposed to be. Which would make total sense, and not even in a 'can't see' sort of way. It's not like I have to look at my fingers when I'm playing violin, but still. *wonders*
Thank you and Good Night.
Misc Notes:
- Watching Patrick while Pete talks is comedy GOLD. He rolls his eyes and laughs and waves his hands around sarcastically (and gay-ly).
- Screaming "WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FUCKING FACE" is almost as much fun as "GOD DAMN ARMS RACE", but fewer people do it.
- Joe loves to shake his sweaty hair at everyone. <3 He does it well.
- I love watching them run around. SO MUCH.
- I would also LOVELOVELOVE a high quality full-stage straight-on video of the performance, so I could take the time to really see what the video screens behind them are doing during each song. I really really want that.
Short Videos, OR, I finally made Youtube my bitch
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs.
I really only kept this bit for the part where Pete does his spinning thing and I catch it completely on accident. Really jerky at the beginning, sorry.
Andy Drumming! \0/
The ending of Saturday.
I am without words to describe how amazing and happy and awesome I felt while standing there, getting silver confetti stuck to every exposed inch of sweaty skin, crushed and tired and horse from yelling and covered in sweat, at least half of which was not mine. I want to do this again and again and again.
They're still gigantic, for how short they are, but you can grab the avi's here, scroll all the way down, they're at the bottom.
Wrap Up and Misc. Ramblings
On my way out,
mitchco called, and I rambled at her about how much I love her and FOB and how I hoped she could hear when I called her and how awesome and amazing the show was, and how much confetti was stuck down the front of my shirt.Then, I got in phone touch with
dexwester again, and followed her directions out to where she was and we talked and squeed for quite a while. It's so cool to see real live people behind all the awesomitude that happens on the internets. She told me about the awesometastic stories she is writing and I clapped my hands and was incoherent about pretty much everything. Then I finally started crashing and she and her boyfriend had a long ride home, so we parted ways. I accidentally took the long way home, but it all worked out.From the people giving people stuff on the way out, I managed to get handed a FBR/Decaydance sampler CD!
Tracklisting
1. The Academy Is... - LAX to O'HARE
2. Paramore - BORN FOR THIS
3. Powerspace - RIGHT ON RIGHT NOW
4. Cute Is What We Aim For - MOAN
5. This Providence - A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
6. Lifetime - AIRPORT MONDAY MORNING
7. Gym Class Heroes - SHOOT DOWN THE STARS
8. Cobra Starship - IT'S WARMER IN THE BASEMENT
9. The Hush Sound - WINE RED
I wasn't going to open it up, as I already have all the songs that I'd be interested in listening to, but I just now noticed that there is a 'digital catalog and music videos on the enhanced portion' of the CD, so I'll see what's what later.
When I got home, I discovered exactly how amazingly soft the 'leave me alone' shirt is. (I still never want to have to take it off.)
Misc Ramblings
- I regret, a little bit, not being able to sit there and just *watch*. In many ways, I would love to be able to sit there, and take it all in, to watch their faces, to enjoy their interaction, to experience the show that way. But on the other hand, I can't not get up and jump around and scream until my lungs give out, and doing so makes me so incredibly happy, so I guess I'll just have to read everyone else's recaps for all the bits I missed while I was busy bouncing around.
- The concert high from MCR was like a gigantic vibration in my bones. Just constant and deep. The concert high from FOB is like a constant stream of crackling electricity just under my skin. Both of them make me never want to have to sleep again.
- I unreasonably want to go see them yet again, but it just ain't gonna happen. North Carolina is really far away, as is Georgia.
- Maybe I went into this low on sleep anyway, but these two shows really ended up slamming me, in terms of emotional energy. Like. Yeah. I've been a bit of a wreck. The higher you fly the harder you fall? At any rate, I never expected to feel this strongly about these boys or their music.
- I'm kind of impressed and astonished that I made it back up to the front again after leaving my spot. I feel a like I should feel bad, because it probably means I was accidentally an asshole to a whole bunch of people, but I can't actually feel that bad. And god bless barely pubescent boys who are trying to mosh and not big enough to crush me.
- I am officially never allowed to try and actually meet these boys. I will turn into a dribbling idiotic wreck who can't say anything besides HI PATRICK and really, it's for the best.
This video sums up the whole experience nicely.
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Date: 2007-06-07 01:05 pm (UTC)this made my heart well up in my throat. just, guh. so much love!
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Date: 2007-06-08 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-07 02:54 pm (UTC)I'm ready for my show in Houston...and then San Antonio because seriously, how could I not go to both? It took every bit of self control I have in my body to not get tickets for the Dallas show as well. Everyone should be proud of me for being able to hold back.
And unlike you, I'm READY and WILLING and DYING to meet them again! I NEED to show them a picture of Spencer and remind them that I'm PREGNANT GIRL! (not that they'll remember, but STILL). If I get M&G I'm going to have them sign a picture of Spencer wearing a homemade FOB onesie. Yes, yes I am.
*prays to M&G GODS*
Okay, I'm done.
<3