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Hello! I’m back from Ireland and though it was fantastic, I missed my flist. Thus, I will be spending the next few days catching up, but meanwhile, I wrote this post before I left and somehow never put it up, so here you go:
Okay guys, I saw PotC 2: Dead Man’s Chest at 12:01 when it first came out, and have since seen it again, and I have to say that I expect two things: 1 -some seriously kinky fics (although what I really want to read is the story of how Jack “marked” this Lord Beckett guy *nonconhatesexomgplease*), and 2 -a killer third movie (I don’t care if you hate this entire movie, you’re just mad that the ending owns you and you can’t do anything about it). Also, I absolutely adore the priestess/creepy lady/soothsayer person, though I didn’t catch her name (Tia something…). Yes. That is all about that for now.
In other news, the Flogging Molly concert was fucking ace.
The sound system was shitty. I have never been so hot, or sweaty, or as covered in other people’s sweat as I was at that concert. My hair was pulled, my feet were trod on, and I had several crowd surfers fall on my head. For the first time I was grateful when someone spit water on me. I waited for two and a half hours in a crowd that was 40% tall drunk men and 40% boisterous teenage boys before they even started setting up. There were no seats. I was in the second row from the stage. I was ten feet from the lead singer. It was glorious.
There were two intro bands that played for about an hour each before Flogging Molly, the first was called The Wreckers(I think) and was composed of 15 to 20 year olds with that classic if-we-play-the-drums-and-bass-really-loud-you-can’t-hear-our-adolescent-lyrics type sound (this is not completely true, as I was able to catch “death” and “lives” once or twice). Basic head banger stuff (they all had the appropriate semi-long hair to match); not bad, per se, just inexperienced. Entertaining lead though:
THE WRECKERS: *finish song*
RANDOM DRUNK GUY FROM THE AUDIENCE: I love you, man!
LEAD SINGER: Aw, I love you too.
DRUNK GUY: Hell yeah!
LEAD SINGER: Hey, you want to go to Massachusetts and get married? I hear that kind of thing’s allowed over there.
DRUNK GUY: Fuck yes!
LEAD SINGER: Alright, I’ll see you after the show.
The second band was called The Creepy Creeps. Yeah. Their sound was basically guitars and a keyboard with indistinguishable lyrics, although this might have been due to their masks (I did hear “Planet of the Apes” quite a lot during their last song, though). You see, the Creepy Creeps’ main attraction was their guise as a dead mariachi band. Yes, you read that correctly. They had the skull masks, the sequin jackets, the black and gold sombreros, even green lighting and a fog machine. And I can’t forget the go-go dancers(with skirts maybe five inches long) and their dancing partners, the masked wrestlers in white suits, who shook it completely independently from any supposed beat in the music.
It was kinda sad though, because almost everyone was there for Flogging Molly and didn’t give a shit about the opening bands; 90% of the audience just stood there while they played. This frustrated the Creeps after a while:
LEAD GUITAR PLAYER: Come on, guys, I know you’re here for Flogging Molly--
CROWD: *cheers*
GUITAR PLAYER: --but the time will go by faster if you shake your ass.
KEYBOARD PLAYER(of an all male band): Yeah! It’s true! When we have sex, all I have to do is shake my ass and it’s over like that! *snaps fingers*
Flogging Molly was unbelievable. Just, no description is worthy. They were, just, wow. I mean, really, I was in actual physical pain for most of the concert because of the, er, crowd enthusiasm, and I was still grinning from ear to ear the entire time. They played almost all of my favorite songs (Devil’s Dance Floor, Tobacco Island, Drunken Lullabies, Selfish Man, The Likes of You Again, etc.). The lead stood there by himself to sing Grace of God Go I, which is so goddamn beautiful to begin with, and then he stood there, with the rest of the band offstage and just, sang it to us. I felt like someone took their hand and just squeezed my guts in their fist; it was absolutely fantastic.