Hob 11.16.08
No. It Was Amazing.
11.17.08 Day Two
The Compromising of Integrity, Morality, and Principles in Exchange for Money Tour - HOB Chicago
Oh my God.
I wasn’t going to go to this show. I had slept in, hung around Walgreens, stopped at Whole Foods to see if they had gelatin-free marshmallows [they didn’t]. And somewhere between telling Mike about the bands and pulling out of Whole Foods, and having listened to Every Ave nonstop… it hit me that, hey, I should probably go.
So I flew home, threw all my make up and bunch of food in my bag and hightailed it to the train. Then of course, you sit for an hour and a half and wonder if you’re just going to be right back here in a matter of minutes.
This is the first time EVER I didn’t have a ticket lined up for a show. I was nervous as fuck that nobody would be selling extras. Both nights had been sold out forever.
So I make it down to the HOB and the line is wrapped around the building, and down the fucking street. O.O.
Now, I’ve only been to the HOB three times before this and those times I had been in the front and never have I ever seen it like this.
The security guards are pleading and reminding that the Pass the Line shit is open. And I look at the line, and fuck. I went inside. I got spoiled yesterday. I passed the hallway they keep us in and there was maybe 20 people there. I was fucking stoked.
Then I walked in. And there was a line and whatever, that was chill too. I could dig that. And lo and behold people I’d spent like four hours with where two people ahead of me. So I walk up to them and they’re telling me that they’re putting the pass the line people on the other side of the HOB.
Wait…
Outside?
-_-
Way to fucking defeat the purpose.
In theory, anyway. I bought a house salad, argued with the guy that I couldn’t EAT any of his entrees and whatever. I asked them not to put any cheese on it and took it fucking outside. Now, stupid me had already checked her fucking jacket and so it was just my new spiffy mayday hoodie and jeans and a t-shirt. Fucking awesome.
But I guess, cos of curfew laws in Chicago, doors opened at 5 instead of 6 and I’d gotten there at four, so really, I was probably only outside for like an hour.
It was a damn quick hour. And the worst salad of my life. It was like, drowned in vinegar and had bleu cheese [which really, is the most disgusting thing. Ever] and random nut things. Whatever. I ate some of it. And so then, I really don’t know what was with the HOB today. But they walked us in through an emergency exit door, got “searched” for cameras and then we sent upstairs. Nobody ever scanned my ticket. I walked into the venue and everyone’s rushing for barrier and I was all uh-huh. I learned my lesson yesterday.
So I’m hanging out by the stairs, figuring I could see from there and suddenly this guy walks up to me.
Fucking hell. It was Jeremy man.
I don’t know what it was about this tour that like, just made him appear randomly, but I like it.
So he beams at me, all “OMG you DID come!” and I’m like, “uh, yeah.” and then he’s eyeing the barrier and asking me why I’m hanging back and I try turning the tables and asking doesn’t he have a show to get ready for and god he’s so fucking adorable. Even with the awful ring in his nose. So he’s lingering, and I’m like, uh? And so we talk about the crowd hopefully being better this time and I again point out he should be getting ready and so he hugs me again and laughs that I’m fucking trembling I’m so cold and I walk up the floor.
Because there was this one space on barrier that was left open. It was far stage left, but that’s ideal, that’s where Andy is, Cabbage, Alex, etc etc. So I walked up there and figured, well, worst comes to worst, I can at least be there for the Morning Light, and hopefully, maybe, Every Ave.
-rewinds here-
I bought Every Ave’s CD in California. They’re a Fearless roster band and I’ve seen them …three times before this. They’ve always been kind of fun, but I was always too focused on the headliners to actually want to pay any attention. [Except for the annoying fact that EVERY goddamn time I‘ve seen them, Dave‘s spit water on me and pissed me off] And I have a habit of buying cds and then not following through with them. And I’m really bummed that it took me this long to listen to the goddamn thing, cos now that I started, I can’t stop.
Haha Can’t stop. Won’t stop.
Ugh.
But anyway, so I’m on a crazy Every Ave kick. Blog titles, Every Ave lyric.
But that’s getting ahead of myself, isn’t it?
So all of a sudden someone pushes up against me and I turn and there’s this little girl. Like seriously, maybe 9. And I’m the last one on the barrier. There’s room for another person, but I didn’t want to be pushed into the corner, you know? And she’s standing there, and her head was like, level with the barrier. I’m getting nasty images of people shoving and her head like exploding on it, you know? And I look up and her Mom’s there, in this leather jacket and stupid me goes, “You might want to move. The crowd was really intense last night.”
And of course *that* opened the fucking floodgates and her Mom went on this tangent of how many concerts they’ve been too and her biker dad comes up behind me and joins in the lecture, concluding it with “Yeah. We’ve been to Nirvana.”
… um, what?
How that had any relevance at all to me being concerned about their daughter’s head crashing into the barrier. I really have no idea. I wasn’t telling them to take her out, just, watch the metal bar.
So the guys next to me and behind me are snickering and I turn and I didn’t get their names, but they were both pretty awesome.
If only because when I asked if they were there for All Time Low, they said… “No, Mayday Parade.”
-falls over-
Chyeah! I’m not even making this up.
I was fucking stoked. They laughed, and we made fun of both ATL and the crazy family next to me.
Then they grew.
I have no idea how they fucking multiplied so fast and fuck HOB security for not having fucking backbones to parents.
I guess one girl was their other daughter and she had like…god, an army of little girl friends. I’m not even exaggerating, they were literally 13. And they had a bra for Jack. -_-. And of COURSE Jack had to go up in the balcony and they spotted him and started screeching. Literally, my left ear is fine, my right ear is still ringing. Fuck them.
But they’re like bloodcurdling screaming his name and the tech that was with Jack was laughing about it and me and my two new quasi-friends are getting pissed.
Because they’re not even next to me. They were in front of the goddamn barrier in front of the speakers. Hello? No. That’s not okay. Security didn’t do shit. Just kept telling them to back up when they got past the first row of speakers.
Not cool. Not at all.
Ugh, but their screaming continues until the lights go out and heeell yeah the Morning Light.
They started on time this time!
I was right in front of Andy and he never looked at me. -_- Way to pull a Cash, man.
But Harrison and Bobby both saw me and it was adorable. They played Clouds this time!
And considering I was next to a bunch of ATL teenies and two boys who wanted to see Mayday, I was the only person screaming the words. I was crazy into it, but it just seemed a hell of a lot quieter than it had been the night before. Poor things. They looked like they had fun though. I had a blast.
Was feeling like such a nerd though. Usually there’s an opening band or two, that I just could care less about, and this time, back to back openers I was insane for.
Every Avenue was being set up and the guy behind me was asking if they’re any good and I was like GAAH!
Loool.
Though, he did kind of break my heart. I figured if he was asking about Every Ave…it wasn’t very likely he’d seen Mayday before. So I asked if he had and he was all “No. I think I went and saw someone else during Warped.”
I just reminded myself at least he was there for Mayday this time.
So Every Ave gets on stage and god, I fucking love them. I keep expecting Dave’s hair to get lighter though. I’m so used to him blonde, it just doesn’t look right to see him dark-haired. But gah, they were so good.
He fucking cracked me up though. Out of everyone…he’s probably the best front man on the bill.
He went to talk before a song, and like…froze, all, “Fuck. We’ve never done this two days in a row thing. I don’t know what to fucking say.”
Josh stepped up in front of us and was all, “Well I got the same shirt from yesterday on.”
And Dave considered it, shrugged and was all, “Yeah okay. I’ll just say the same shit and any of you who were here last night… wait, was anybody here last night?”
*insert screams*
“Ah well. Deal with it.”
I can admit that most of the Fearless roster strictly musically speaking, sounds the same. But vocally they’re obviously all different and god, Dave’s voice is probably the best. It’s just… I don’t know. Go listen for yourselves.
They were so fucking high energy after the Morning Light though. And holy shit. I did NOT know having a crazy biker dad next to me would have been so helpful. He had an arm on the barrier next to me and that was it, but I had a whole fucking bubble of space man. It was fucking sweet. Occasionally I’d get shoved into the barrier, or shoved to the side, but NOTHING like I was bracing myself for.
It was so nice.
Even if I lose my hearing in that ear.
So Every Ave gets off. : ( I know. Both the guys turn to me and were like, “Fuck, they were good!” and chyeah. I know. Oh. Wait. I forgot there was drama with this. So Dave had jumped into the crowd at the end of their last song and remember the 13 year olds that were blocking the entry way? Chyeah. He walked right into them and they’re screeching, and asking for hugs and he looks at me and I shrug and suggest going up the speakers and he looks back at them and was all, “I just need to get through.”
Security taps him and tells him to jump up on the speaker and climb onto the stage that way and he looks at the still screaming girls and decides to take the high road, so to speak. Poor guy. This girl was like trying to press herself against him as he swung up onto the speaker and she was all, “Omfg! The singer guy of um…what was the band? Oh! Every …something. He like, totally hugged me.”
-_-
So then they’re setting up for the Maine and I hadn’t really watched a lot of their set yesterday. They’re I think, one of the newest additions to the Fearless roster [loool at the headliners being the only ones NOT on Fearless. I just realized that]. But things got hectic with me being sucked into FBR-land and I missed that bandwagon completely, apparently.
The 13 little girls started screaming again and apparently The Maine has quite a fucking fan base.
Who knew?
I’d seen their CD at Target. Thought about buying it once, twice, never did.
And apparently, they’re having the worst days of their lives. They claimed to have had $70,000 dollars stolen out of their hotel the night before..
.
And that does suck.
And fuck.
Their songs aren’t *good* by any stretch of the imagination. It’s kind of like, Hey Monday and Every Ave had a kid. Every song is about a girl.
But goddamn if it’s not catchy.
I want to hate the cd. I do. Lyrically it should make me cringe, but then there's just parts that suck you in and you've got choice. None. You're done for. Like in "I must be dreaming", there's this one part of it is where the title comes in. “Can’t Stop. Won’t Stop. I must be dreaming.”
It’s caaatchy!
And then in the first song, the “She’s everything I asked for, everything I asked for and just a little bit more. She’s everything I asked for, everything I asked for and so much more.”
Ugh. Fuck it. The whole song is catchy as hell.
Get out of my head assholes.
Anyway, by the end of their set, I was reluctantly starting to like them. Garrett, the bassist was so fucking cute. He had this like, jump, kick, spin move down and it was crazy. And if their days weren’t bad enough, the mic wasn’t working for the first ½ of the first song, choppy for the rest of it and then the tech sneakily replaced it. : ( Poor guys.
So they got off.
And Josh comes out to start setting up for Mayday. I’m pretty sure the other tech is named Justin. They had a video blog about him during Warped. Well not about, per se, more like they were torturing him, but whatever.
They took foreeeever. -_-.
I could see Alex getting ready. Then Derek. And Jake. And Jeremy and gaah.
The only time I saw Jake was when he was walking to his drum. Then he disappeared. L
They had this blocks set up for Alex/Cabbage/Brooks/Derek to jump up on. They’d started it at Warped and apparently really like it, cos it’s the HOB man. It’s not that hard to see you.
Unfortunately they played the exact same set list they had the night before. : ( Apparently Alex doesn’t have enough say to get the set list changed the night before. Lool. It stills blows my mind they’re using 3 Cheers for 5 Years as an opening song. They threw out … I thought it was confetti yesterday, but I guess they’re playing cards that say Mayday Parade on them? 13 year olds got one. Alex threw his the wrong way. Hmpf.
But god, they were sooo amazing. Jeremy looked down, grinned, pointed his bass at me and made everyone around me turn to look at me. -_-. Whatever. Still awesome to get recognized from stage. I lost my fucking mind during Mayday. The guy next to me who was all there for Mayday, [it was around then, I realized he had a girlfriend that must have been more into mayday] he knew the words to Black Cat. And When I Get Home. Most of the time he just stood there a little awkwardly.
But gaaah. They were so good. Aj;dlkfja I just don’t have words.
Okay. And so they were good in a very very biased way.
It was apparently not Jeremy’s night tonight. Jake had thrown his water bottle after Miserable At Best and he was pretty far back, so I guess, some of the water got on stage, because the next thing anybody else knew was that Jeremy was on his back. O.O … ugh. Poor guy. He finished the chord and jumped up, made a face and kept going. But seriously. I was embarrassed for him. And if that wasn’t enough, Derek had jumped up on the step in front of us and Jeremy stepped up to his mic to give the vocals and Derek decided to jump down and crashed right into poor Cabbage. Then like, stopped and blocked the mic and Cabbage is giving him a look and I’m cringing and whatever, Derek got the hint, moved, Jeremy got to sing his line and the show went on.
-_-
Derek did do a cool thing and before Miserable at Best, first talked…shit. He had two points. I can only remember one point.
But that was about the Maine and how they’d lost some insane amount of money and that if we were planning on buying any merch tonight, to get it from the Maine, that they could really use it.
I’d brought an extra 15 to get a Morning Light shirt. I ended up getting The Maine’s cd instead. -_-
But oh my God.
I thought Brooks was going to give me a heart attack. I probably would have smacked him if I’d seen him after the show.
They closed with Jersey and Brooks jumps on the step, we’re screaming the words at him, he gets all giddy and comes up on the speaker.
It’s got, like one speaker and then it’s got like two staked up on each other, next to the single.
The single one would have been FINE. But nooooo. He’s got to climb up on the other speakers and I can just see him falling. I forgot to even sing anymore. I was just watching him all matronly. Josh is on his knees, peeking around the curtain and I’m sure Brooks’ got his ass handed to him after the show, Josh looked as worried as I felt and that’s not a good sign when the tour manager is freaking out.
And I was going to punch little girls. Brooks is trying to step down off the double onto the single and they’re like, screaming and grabbing his shoes? And I’m like, omfg he’s going to trip. Let him down. You don’t even know his name.
He got safely back on stage.
And then I looked at the rest of the stage and it was empty. I’d missed Jake throwing his sticks, the boys their picks and baaah.
We’d tried to get set lists from Justin, but he threw them all in the middle. Aaassshooole. Just sayin’. lol. So I’m waiting and waiting and debating leaving for all time low. I was hot and thirsty and they made an annoucement that if we wanted merch to get it now because they weren’t letting anybody back there after all time low got off the stage. Needless to say LOTS of angry people in the pit. What are you supposed to do? You’ve been waiting for several hours for that spot in the 3rd row and you’re supposed to leave and go back? Yeah no. I’m sure the bands all lost a lot of money that night. So I decide to stick it out until they “leave”.
They get off stage, Alex comes back with his acoustic, plays half a new song and then Remembering Sunday and they close with Dear Maria.
So it’s the same show from yesterday. Worse jokes. The 13 years are going insaaane. Jack has over 20 bras on his mic stand and the only humorous thing about that was he snagged his guitar on one of them and turned and pulled the whole mic stand down.
That’s what you get.
And I left. Went and got my Maine Cd. Talked to Andy again briefly before watching the rest of ATL from the back and calling it a night.
I’d seen all I wanted to see and talked to who I wanted to. It was an amazing enough on stage that it didn’t feel like I needed anymore. That’s when you know it’s a damn good show. That you’re content to just go home. I also wanted to catch the 10:40 train home and not the 12:40.
After two days I felt like I’d been through a fucking marathon or something. Everything hurt.
But it was by far one of the greatest concerts I’ve been too.
.
11.17.08 Day Two
The Compromising of Integrity, Morality, and Principles in Exchange for Money Tour - HOB Chicago
Oh my God.
I wasn’t going to go to this show. I had slept in, hung around Walgreens, stopped at Whole Foods to see if they had gelatin-free marshmallows [they didn’t]. And somewhere between telling Mike about the bands and pulling out of Whole Foods, and having listened to Every Ave nonstop… it hit me that, hey, I should probably go.
So I flew home, threw all my make up and bunch of food in my bag and hightailed it to the train. Then of course, you sit for an hour and a half and wonder if you’re just going to be right back here in a matter of minutes.
This is the first time EVER I didn’t have a ticket lined up for a show. I was nervous as fuck that nobody would be selling extras. Both nights had been sold out forever.
So I make it down to the HOB and the line is wrapped around the building, and down the fucking street. O.O.
Now, I’ve only been to the HOB three times before this and those times I had been in the front and never have I ever seen it like this.
The security guards are pleading and reminding that the Pass the Line shit is open. And I look at the line, and fuck. I went inside. I got spoiled yesterday. I passed the hallway they keep us in and there was maybe 20 people there. I was fucking stoked.
Then I walked in. And there was a line and whatever, that was chill too. I could dig that. And lo and behold people I’d spent like four hours with where two people ahead of me. So I walk up to them and they’re telling me that they’re putting the pass the line people on the other side of the HOB.
Wait…
Outside?
-_-
Way to fucking defeat the purpose.
In theory, anyway. I bought a house salad, argued with the guy that I couldn’t EAT any of his entrees and whatever. I asked them not to put any cheese on it and took it fucking outside. Now, stupid me had already checked her fucking jacket and so it was just my new spiffy mayday hoodie and jeans and a t-shirt. Fucking awesome.
But I guess, cos of curfew laws in Chicago, doors opened at 5 instead of 6 and I’d gotten there at four, so really, I was probably only outside for like an hour.
It was a damn quick hour. And the worst salad of my life. It was like, drowned in vinegar and had bleu cheese [which really, is the most disgusting thing. Ever] and random nut things. Whatever. I ate some of it. And so then, I really don’t know what was with the HOB today. But they walked us in through an emergency exit door, got “searched” for cameras and then we sent upstairs. Nobody ever scanned my ticket. I walked into the venue and everyone’s rushing for barrier and I was all uh-huh. I learned my lesson yesterday.
So I’m hanging out by the stairs, figuring I could see from there and suddenly this guy walks up to me.
Fucking hell. It was Jeremy man.
I don’t know what it was about this tour that like, just made him appear randomly, but I like it.
So he beams at me, all “OMG you DID come!” and I’m like, “uh, yeah.” and then he’s eyeing the barrier and asking me why I’m hanging back and I try turning the tables and asking doesn’t he have a show to get ready for and god he’s so fucking adorable. Even with the awful ring in his nose. So he’s lingering, and I’m like, uh? And so we talk about the crowd hopefully being better this time and I again point out he should be getting ready and so he hugs me again and laughs that I’m fucking trembling I’m so cold and I walk up the floor.
Because there was this one space on barrier that was left open. It was far stage left, but that’s ideal, that’s where Andy is, Cabbage, Alex, etc etc. So I walked up there and figured, well, worst comes to worst, I can at least be there for the Morning Light, and hopefully, maybe, Every Ave.
-rewinds here-
I bought Every Ave’s CD in California. They’re a Fearless roster band and I’ve seen them …three times before this. They’ve always been kind of fun, but I was always too focused on the headliners to actually want to pay any attention. [Except for the annoying fact that EVERY goddamn time I‘ve seen them, Dave‘s spit water on me and pissed me off] And I have a habit of buying cds and then not following through with them. And I’m really bummed that it took me this long to listen to the goddamn thing, cos now that I started, I can’t stop.
Haha Can’t stop. Won’t stop.
Ugh.
But anyway, so I’m on a crazy Every Ave kick. Blog titles, Every Ave lyric.
But that’s getting ahead of myself, isn’t it?
So all of a sudden someone pushes up against me and I turn and there’s this little girl. Like seriously, maybe 9. And I’m the last one on the barrier. There’s room for another person, but I didn’t want to be pushed into the corner, you know? And she’s standing there, and her head was like, level with the barrier. I’m getting nasty images of people shoving and her head like exploding on it, you know? And I look up and her Mom’s there, in this leather jacket and stupid me goes, “You might want to move. The crowd was really intense last night.”
And of course *that* opened the fucking floodgates and her Mom went on this tangent of how many concerts they’ve been too and her biker dad comes up behind me and joins in the lecture, concluding it with “Yeah. We’ve been to Nirvana.”
… um, what?
How that had any relevance at all to me being concerned about their daughter’s head crashing into the barrier. I really have no idea. I wasn’t telling them to take her out, just, watch the metal bar.
So the guys next to me and behind me are snickering and I turn and I didn’t get their names, but they were both pretty awesome.
If only because when I asked if they were there for All Time Low, they said… “No, Mayday Parade.”
-falls over-
Chyeah! I’m not even making this up.
I was fucking stoked. They laughed, and we made fun of both ATL and the crazy family next to me.
Then they grew.
I have no idea how they fucking multiplied so fast and fuck HOB security for not having fucking backbones to parents.
I guess one girl was their other daughter and she had like…god, an army of little girl friends. I’m not even exaggerating, they were literally 13. And they had a bra for Jack. -_-. And of COURSE Jack had to go up in the balcony and they spotted him and started screeching. Literally, my left ear is fine, my right ear is still ringing. Fuck them.
But they’re like bloodcurdling screaming his name and the tech that was with Jack was laughing about it and me and my two new quasi-friends are getting pissed.
Because they’re not even next to me. They were in front of the goddamn barrier in front of the speakers. Hello? No. That’s not okay. Security didn’t do shit. Just kept telling them to back up when they got past the first row of speakers.
Not cool. Not at all.
Ugh, but their screaming continues until the lights go out and heeell yeah the Morning Light.
They started on time this time!
I was right in front of Andy and he never looked at me. -_- Way to pull a Cash, man.
But Harrison and Bobby both saw me and it was adorable. They played Clouds this time!
And considering I was next to a bunch of ATL teenies and two boys who wanted to see Mayday, I was the only person screaming the words. I was crazy into it, but it just seemed a hell of a lot quieter than it had been the night before. Poor things. They looked like they had fun though. I had a blast.
Was feeling like such a nerd though. Usually there’s an opening band or two, that I just could care less about, and this time, back to back openers I was insane for.
Every Avenue was being set up and the guy behind me was asking if they’re any good and I was like GAAH!
Loool.
Though, he did kind of break my heart. I figured if he was asking about Every Ave…it wasn’t very likely he’d seen Mayday before. So I asked if he had and he was all “No. I think I went and saw someone else during Warped.”
I just reminded myself at least he was there for Mayday this time.
So Every Ave gets on stage and god, I fucking love them. I keep expecting Dave’s hair to get lighter though. I’m so used to him blonde, it just doesn’t look right to see him dark-haired. But gah, they were so good.
He fucking cracked me up though. Out of everyone…he’s probably the best front man on the bill.
He went to talk before a song, and like…froze, all, “Fuck. We’ve never done this two days in a row thing. I don’t know what to fucking say.”
Josh stepped up in front of us and was all, “Well I got the same shirt from yesterday on.”
And Dave considered it, shrugged and was all, “Yeah okay. I’ll just say the same shit and any of you who were here last night… wait, was anybody here last night?”
*insert screams*
“Ah well. Deal with it.”
I can admit that most of the Fearless roster strictly musically speaking, sounds the same. But vocally they’re obviously all different and god, Dave’s voice is probably the best. It’s just… I don’t know. Go listen for yourselves.
They were so fucking high energy after the Morning Light though. And holy shit. I did NOT know having a crazy biker dad next to me would have been so helpful. He had an arm on the barrier next to me and that was it, but I had a whole fucking bubble of space man. It was fucking sweet. Occasionally I’d get shoved into the barrier, or shoved to the side, but NOTHING like I was bracing myself for.
It was so nice.
Even if I lose my hearing in that ear.
So Every Ave gets off. : ( I know. Both the guys turn to me and were like, “Fuck, they were good!” and chyeah. I know. Oh. Wait. I forgot there was drama with this. So Dave had jumped into the crowd at the end of their last song and remember the 13 year olds that were blocking the entry way? Chyeah. He walked right into them and they’re screeching, and asking for hugs and he looks at me and I shrug and suggest going up the speakers and he looks back at them and was all, “I just need to get through.”
Security taps him and tells him to jump up on the speaker and climb onto the stage that way and he looks at the still screaming girls and decides to take the high road, so to speak. Poor guy. This girl was like trying to press herself against him as he swung up onto the speaker and she was all, “Omfg! The singer guy of um…what was the band? Oh! Every …something. He like, totally hugged me.”
-_-
So then they’re setting up for the Maine and I hadn’t really watched a lot of their set yesterday. They’re I think, one of the newest additions to the Fearless roster [loool at the headliners being the only ones NOT on Fearless. I just realized that]. But things got hectic with me being sucked into FBR-land and I missed that bandwagon completely, apparently.
The 13 little girls started screaming again and apparently The Maine has quite a fucking fan base.
Who knew?
I’d seen their CD at Target. Thought about buying it once, twice, never did.
And apparently, they’re having the worst days of their lives. They claimed to have had $70,000 dollars stolen out of their hotel the night before..
.
And that does suck.
And fuck.
Their songs aren’t *good* by any stretch of the imagination. It’s kind of like, Hey Monday and Every Ave had a kid. Every song is about a girl.
But goddamn if it’s not catchy.
I want to hate the cd. I do. Lyrically it should make me cringe, but then there's just parts that suck you in and you've got choice. None. You're done for. Like in "I must be dreaming", there's this one part of it is where the title comes in. “Can’t Stop. Won’t Stop. I must be dreaming.”
It’s caaatchy!
And then in the first song, the “She’s everything I asked for, everything I asked for and just a little bit more. She’s everything I asked for, everything I asked for and so much more.”
Ugh. Fuck it. The whole song is catchy as hell.
Get out of my head assholes.
Anyway, by the end of their set, I was reluctantly starting to like them. Garrett, the bassist was so fucking cute. He had this like, jump, kick, spin move down and it was crazy. And if their days weren’t bad enough, the mic wasn’t working for the first ½ of the first song, choppy for the rest of it and then the tech sneakily replaced it. : ( Poor guys.
So they got off.
And Josh comes out to start setting up for Mayday. I’m pretty sure the other tech is named Justin. They had a video blog about him during Warped. Well not about, per se, more like they were torturing him, but whatever.
They took foreeeever. -_-.
I could see Alex getting ready. Then Derek. And Jake. And Jeremy and gaah.
The only time I saw Jake was when he was walking to his drum. Then he disappeared. L
They had this blocks set up for Alex/Cabbage/Brooks/Derek to jump up on. They’d started it at Warped and apparently really like it, cos it’s the HOB man. It’s not that hard to see you.
Unfortunately they played the exact same set list they had the night before. : ( Apparently Alex doesn’t have enough say to get the set list changed the night before. Lool. It stills blows my mind they’re using 3 Cheers for 5 Years as an opening song. They threw out … I thought it was confetti yesterday, but I guess they’re playing cards that say Mayday Parade on them? 13 year olds got one. Alex threw his the wrong way. Hmpf.
But god, they were sooo amazing. Jeremy looked down, grinned, pointed his bass at me and made everyone around me turn to look at me. -_-. Whatever. Still awesome to get recognized from stage. I lost my fucking mind during Mayday. The guy next to me who was all there for Mayday, [it was around then, I realized he had a girlfriend that must have been more into mayday] he knew the words to Black Cat. And When I Get Home. Most of the time he just stood there a little awkwardly.
But gaaah. They were so good. Aj;dlkfja I just don’t have words.
Okay. And so they were good in a very very biased way.
It was apparently not Jeremy’s night tonight. Jake had thrown his water bottle after Miserable At Best and he was pretty far back, so I guess, some of the water got on stage, because the next thing anybody else knew was that Jeremy was on his back. O.O … ugh. Poor guy. He finished the chord and jumped up, made a face and kept going. But seriously. I was embarrassed for him. And if that wasn’t enough, Derek had jumped up on the step in front of us and Jeremy stepped up to his mic to give the vocals and Derek decided to jump down and crashed right into poor Cabbage. Then like, stopped and blocked the mic and Cabbage is giving him a look and I’m cringing and whatever, Derek got the hint, moved, Jeremy got to sing his line and the show went on.
-_-
Derek did do a cool thing and before Miserable at Best, first talked…shit. He had two points. I can only remember one point.
But that was about the Maine and how they’d lost some insane amount of money and that if we were planning on buying any merch tonight, to get it from the Maine, that they could really use it.
I’d brought an extra 15 to get a Morning Light shirt. I ended up getting The Maine’s cd instead. -_-
But oh my God.
I thought Brooks was going to give me a heart attack. I probably would have smacked him if I’d seen him after the show.
They closed with Jersey and Brooks jumps on the step, we’re screaming the words at him, he gets all giddy and comes up on the speaker.
It’s got, like one speaker and then it’s got like two staked up on each other, next to the single.
The single one would have been FINE. But nooooo. He’s got to climb up on the other speakers and I can just see him falling. I forgot to even sing anymore. I was just watching him all matronly. Josh is on his knees, peeking around the curtain and I’m sure Brooks’ got his ass handed to him after the show, Josh looked as worried as I felt and that’s not a good sign when the tour manager is freaking out.
And I was going to punch little girls. Brooks is trying to step down off the double onto the single and they’re like, screaming and grabbing his shoes? And I’m like, omfg he’s going to trip. Let him down. You don’t even know his name.
He got safely back on stage.
And then I looked at the rest of the stage and it was empty. I’d missed Jake throwing his sticks, the boys their picks and baaah.
We’d tried to get set lists from Justin, but he threw them all in the middle. Aaassshooole. Just sayin’. lol. So I’m waiting and waiting and debating leaving for all time low. I was hot and thirsty and they made an annoucement that if we wanted merch to get it now because they weren’t letting anybody back there after all time low got off the stage. Needless to say LOTS of angry people in the pit. What are you supposed to do? You’ve been waiting for several hours for that spot in the 3rd row and you’re supposed to leave and go back? Yeah no. I’m sure the bands all lost a lot of money that night. So I decide to stick it out until they “leave”.
They get off stage, Alex comes back with his acoustic, plays half a new song and then Remembering Sunday and they close with Dear Maria.
So it’s the same show from yesterday. Worse jokes. The 13 years are going insaaane. Jack has over 20 bras on his mic stand and the only humorous thing about that was he snagged his guitar on one of them and turned and pulled the whole mic stand down.
That’s what you get.
And I left. Went and got my Maine Cd. Talked to Andy again briefly before watching the rest of ATL from the back and calling it a night.
I’d seen all I wanted to see and talked to who I wanted to. It was an amazing enough on stage that it didn’t feel like I needed anymore. That’s when you know it’s a damn good show. That you’re content to just go home. I also wanted to catch the 10:40 train home and not the 12:40.
After two days I felt like I’d been through a fucking marathon or something. Everything hurt.
But it was by far one of the greatest concerts I’ve been too.
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