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Ladies and Gentlemen.
Few expierences in life, hold a certain substantial influence on yourself. And last night. Was FUCKING one of them!
Imagine taking all the highlights of how music has affected you individually, your first CD, concert, or songs that bring total changes or stimulation to your emotions. Take every fucking one of those great moments, putting them together would'nt be even close to what lastnight meant to me. Ill recount the night to the best of my ability.
Not important, but worth mentioning, is that Chris and Blake came over to swim before the show. And even before that, was that I was expecting to see a little lady,but alas her ride "bailed" on her. Anyway. At 5:45 or so, we left the house in search for Blake and Chris's tickets, i had bought mine the night before. Expecting to get the tickets, go to Red Robin and then to the show. Turns out Dimple was sold out. You have no idea what this meant to me. I could either see a band, that has totally influenced my writing, not to mention an amazing band with or without the singing. But ditching my friends.
Or I would'nt go...It was 6:15. and if Dimple didn't have tickets, how much luck would we have to go to the Boardwalk.
We go anyway, just to make sure; and the fucking line was longer than i had ever seen it at the boardwalk. It went down the building, up through the parking lot, turned and then came back up.
We were about to turn, when someone yelled for us, it was John Sontag. A friend from school and just a good guy. He was maybey the tenth person in line, and he let us "cutzie"
we got in!
For the next 3 and 1/2 hours, their was nothing worth mentioning. Fiveminuteride... Fall of Troy, bands I dont really consider music.
But then it happened.
Still light projector finally finished their set.
And then He Is Legend. that's it.
Trying to divulge to you, the emotions i fealt in their 15 minute or 20 minute set, would be utterly futile. It wasnt like a scene kid, dancing for the sake of people watching and judging you. But...I was at the front, screaming into the mic, getting spit on by Kendall,the guitarist every fucking second. Smelling Sweat blood, salt, tobacco weed. Punching the fucking bro hoes- who thought it would be cool to crowd surf. Once again, I could share to you what the music meant to me, but none of you would understand to the slightest degree. But the end. they played I am Hollywood, and at the moment where Schuylar is singing IIIII AAAMMMMM! everything stopped, and i was happy. Not a false sense of the word either, a way that makes me seem happy. but..that night.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!
and their was not one person in that fucking place that didnt feel utter and raw emotion. Not just because of the band, but because of how people reacted, chaining to influence them. I was fucking done.
Do you know what happened...well obviously not unless you were their. But I saw this little lady, that i havnt seen since summer. I told her i was extremely sweaty, cause hell, Im a fat kid, and everyone was sweating. At first she didnt notice me, she was talking to the guy running the snack bar and a lean against it, she turns. Doesnt notice anything, and then fucking screams. At the moment she jumped on me, He is LEgend, finished with the last chorus, and for that of maybey 10 minutes, I didnt even say a thing to her. We just missed eachother. And then she wiped off the sweat, because she snuck in 20 minutes before the show ended. And after are sweat filled love fest, I asked who took her. Anah of course, i mean was i expecting anyone differently. That was awkward though, it seemed as if she didnt even realize my existence, and then she whispered in the rose's ear for a good minute or so. And that was kind of it. I went back inside to find Chris and Blake, and buy T-shirts for my brother and sister. Talked to the merch guy, who had the coolest mustache, he was really sincere and reserved, but when talking to me, you can tell it was what he was focusing on. I gave him a bunch of money as a tip.
And then Schuylar, the lead singer walked up. Now if you know me, things to ususually get me star struck, maybey meeting Jim Morrison. But thats about it. But this guy comes up, and starts talking to the mustache, Tom. And then he notices me, and we start talking. For an instant i was struck that this guy has toured the world, played with bands i have only seen on TV. But it wasnt like that. I told him about my brother playing with him at Tom Fest. He talked about how I thought the show went. Basically, meaningless chatter to avoid an uncomfortable silence. But then I asked him, something that I really meant. "Your Christian right?" I hate using that word, i dont want to sub group faith, but i didnt want to take a half hour trying to explaing my philosophy of this. "Yeah." He replied, i thinnk he was intrigued. "How do you tolerate, bieng in such a lifestyle that your peers want nothing to do with God, and prefer to ridicule before understanding." I said a lot more, but that was the just of it. HE said simply "JEsus did it, and was crucified. I do it, and am ridiculed. I can tolerate it, with the thought that he did it for me." And it doesnt matter if your athiest, or buddhist or Jewish. You have to respect an answer like that. It may be a mix of being star struck, or just i was to exited to be let down. But, he has lived up to all I wished he would.
Anyway, we leave. Go to iHOP, considering we havnt eaten in 8 hours. Blake Chris John and myself. I didnt see Vasadl or Anah any more that night. Hell, I saw them for 10 minutes.
you better fucking read all of this.
Few expierences in life, hold a certain substantial influence on yourself. And last night. Was FUCKING one of them!
Imagine taking all the highlights of how music has affected you individually, your first CD, concert, or songs that bring total changes or stimulation to your emotions. Take every fucking one of those great moments, putting them together would'nt be even close to what lastnight meant to me. Ill recount the night to the best of my ability.
Not important, but worth mentioning, is that Chris and Blake came over to swim before the show. And even before that, was that I was expecting to see a little lady,but alas her ride "bailed" on her. Anyway. At 5:45 or so, we left the house in search for Blake and Chris's tickets, i had bought mine the night before. Expecting to get the tickets, go to Red Robin and then to the show. Turns out Dimple was sold out. You have no idea what this meant to me. I could either see a band, that has totally influenced my writing, not to mention an amazing band with or without the singing. But ditching my friends.
Or I would'nt go...It was 6:15. and if Dimple didn't have tickets, how much luck would we have to go to the Boardwalk.
We go anyway, just to make sure; and the fucking line was longer than i had ever seen it at the boardwalk. It went down the building, up through the parking lot, turned and then came back up.
We were about to turn, when someone yelled for us, it was John Sontag. A friend from school and just a good guy. He was maybey the tenth person in line, and he let us "cutzie"
we got in!
For the next 3 and 1/2 hours, their was nothing worth mentioning. Fiveminuteride... Fall of Troy, bands I dont really consider music.
But then it happened.
Still light projector finally finished their set.
And then He Is Legend. that's it.
Trying to divulge to you, the emotions i fealt in their 15 minute or 20 minute set, would be utterly futile. It wasnt like a scene kid, dancing for the sake of people watching and judging you. But...I was at the front, screaming into the mic, getting spit on by Kendall,the guitarist every fucking second. Smelling Sweat blood, salt, tobacco weed. Punching the fucking bro hoes- who thought it would be cool to crowd surf. Once again, I could share to you what the music meant to me, but none of you would understand to the slightest degree. But the end. they played I am Hollywood, and at the moment where Schuylar is singing IIIII AAAMMMMM! everything stopped, and i was happy. Not a false sense of the word either, a way that makes me seem happy. but..that night.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!
and their was not one person in that fucking place that didnt feel utter and raw emotion. Not just because of the band, but because of how people reacted, chaining to influence them. I was fucking done.
Do you know what happened...well obviously not unless you were their. But I saw this little lady, that i havnt seen since summer. I told her i was extremely sweaty, cause hell, Im a fat kid, and everyone was sweating. At first she didnt notice me, she was talking to the guy running the snack bar and a lean against it, she turns. Doesnt notice anything, and then fucking screams. At the moment she jumped on me, He is LEgend, finished with the last chorus, and for that of maybey 10 minutes, I didnt even say a thing to her. We just missed eachother. And then she wiped off the sweat, because she snuck in 20 minutes before the show ended. And after are sweat filled love fest, I asked who took her. Anah of course, i mean was i expecting anyone differently. That was awkward though, it seemed as if she didnt even realize my existence, and then she whispered in the rose's ear for a good minute or so. And that was kind of it. I went back inside to find Chris and Blake, and buy T-shirts for my brother and sister. Talked to the merch guy, who had the coolest mustache, he was really sincere and reserved, but when talking to me, you can tell it was what he was focusing on. I gave him a bunch of money as a tip.
And then Schuylar, the lead singer walked up. Now if you know me, things to ususually get me star struck, maybey meeting Jim Morrison. But thats about it. But this guy comes up, and starts talking to the mustache, Tom. And then he notices me, and we start talking. For an instant i was struck that this guy has toured the world, played with bands i have only seen on TV. But it wasnt like that. I told him about my brother playing with him at Tom Fest. He talked about how I thought the show went. Basically, meaningless chatter to avoid an uncomfortable silence. But then I asked him, something that I really meant. "Your Christian right?" I hate using that word, i dont want to sub group faith, but i didnt want to take a half hour trying to explaing my philosophy of this. "Yeah." He replied, i thinnk he was intrigued. "How do you tolerate, bieng in such a lifestyle that your peers want nothing to do with God, and prefer to ridicule before understanding." I said a lot more, but that was the just of it. HE said simply "JEsus did it, and was crucified. I do it, and am ridiculed. I can tolerate it, with the thought that he did it for me." And it doesnt matter if your athiest, or buddhist or Jewish. You have to respect an answer like that. It may be a mix of being star struck, or just i was to exited to be let down. But, he has lived up to all I wished he would.
Anyway, we leave. Go to iHOP, considering we havnt eaten in 8 hours. Blake Chris John and myself. I didnt see Vasadl or Anah any more that night. Hell, I saw them for 10 minutes.
you better fucking read all of this.