fix me in forty five
MOTHERFUCKING FALL OUT BOY, Y'ALL.
So, so. I just came back from Fall Out Boy: Singapore, and it was glorious. Where do I start.
I met colourmeshocked in person for the first time, and she is every bit as lovely as she is on the intarwebz, and was reunited with ticking_empathy. I got a Folie A Deux shirt, y'all. It is classy (yeah, I know, who'd have thought) and features two bird silhouettes kissing each other.
And then, blah blah blah, we queue up, wait wait wait wait wait, and Hey Monday came out. HI CASSADEE YOU ARE GORGEOUS, HI. I take back everything bad I've said about Hey Monday (i.e., "meh, their music is pretty sucky") because they are a ton of fun, and they were so young and enthusiastic, ohgod. Cassadee is hot like a hot thing, ok? SOMEONE DIRECT ME TO SOME FIC ABOUT HER. And the guitarist dude who was wearing a purple tee was awesome, too. I AM SORRY I DON'T KNOW ALL THEIR NAMES, I kept mentally calling Cassadee "Haley" after the lead singer of Paramore, but at least I didn't shout it, so. I danced (as far as one can manage to dance in the moshpit) along to allll their songs, which I am now prepared to admit are fucking infectious, and maybe sang along to Homecoming, which was their last. Yeah, I don't know either.
And, the mosh. The mosh, you guys. It was one hundred percent better and worse than anything I'd been led to expect - it was fucking awesome and terrifying, like a huge wall of flesh compressed together, someone's elbow at your kidney, your knuckle under someone's armpit, everyone dancing dancing dancing jiggling the fucking night away and not caring. Only fresh sweat is acceptable. I think my left arm is done in by the ROCK SHAKE, and I kept patting down my jean pockets, yes my camera is still there (gave up taking photos a third of the way into Fall Out Boy's set), yes my phone is still there. We got to know two pairs of brothers and sisters during the concert, one of those random concert camaraderie things. Unfortunately we also got separated from ticking_empathy. The mosh pit is like a huge fucking wave, and people in front are like "stop pushing", and you're not even pushing, or even really standing, it's just the crowd behind you bearing down on you.
Also: WE GOT BARRIER, YOU GUYS. If barrier counts as "being able to hold onto it", because there were maybe two, three people in front of us. (Dear girl in pink shirt, I know you were very excited to get barrier and wanted to keep it, but the barrier doesn't actually belong to you. Please, prying my hand away from the barrier repeatedly was a shitty thing to do.)
THEN FALL OUT BOY CAME OUT, and we started to roar and the pit got even more condensed and someone yelled Patrick, Patrick! The strobe lights came on and it was like when I had epilepsy back in the day, and had to go to the hospital for weird medical checks, they'd do the strobe lights fast too, only this was a million times more dazzling and then the night really started.
It was fantastic. I'm convinced that Fall Out Boy is meant to be a live band, all right, everyone was screaming and singing and everything in between, and I'm pretty sure I did that all the time even when I wasn't aware of it, but I could hear every beat, every guitar chord and every word. It's like you don't even have a heartbeat any more, the drumbeat takes its place and settles in your chest and sets the whole fucking pace, and I loved it. Patrick was a rock god, you guys. All thighs and guitar flourishes (I see your GUITAR LEAP there, Pete Wentz) and heartfelt heartfelt heartfelt voice.
I'm shit at remembering things like setlists, but this is what I know they played, in no particular order:
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (well, I know this was the first one)
Thriller (likewise, second)
The Take Over, The Breaks Over (??)
I Don't Care (first Folie A Deux song)
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown
Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes
America's Suitehearts
Sugar, We're Going Down
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
Saturday
Dance, Dance (encore song)
I KNOW THERE WAS MORE, BUT ANYWAY.
At first they played songs exclusively from Cork Tree/Infinity On High, and I was all "oh noooo", because FOLIE A DEUX, guys. But then they launched into I Don't Care and,
Pete: I'm going to teach you a song. It's from our new album, Folie A Deux. Does anyone have it?
Audience: *cheers*
Pete: It's a very simple song, guys. It contains three words.
Audience: I DON'T CARE!
Pete: The words are - I - DON'T - CARE! I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE!
*music starts*
Before launching into America's Suitehearts (I think) Patrick told the audience a story about, ironically, why he doesn't like talking on stage - because he talked too much during their first gig, and he concluded with "it's a little like stabbing yourself in the stomach". ILU and your self-deprecatory stories, Patrick. (Also worth noting: the crowd went fucking crazy over Patrick, guys! PATRICK! PATRICK! PATRICK!)
Before they played Headfirst Slide Pete said something like: "This is for all of you who have trouble talking to that girl, those of you who want that boy. For those of you down there in the pit who have a warm feeling squashed against each other." ILU PETE YOU UNDERSTAND ME AND EVERYONE ELSE.
And then they played Headfirst Slide, and we fucking sang all the words and I heard it live, and can die happy now.
Towards the end I looked back and the people the seats weren't standing up, which kind of sucked - but WHO CARES ABOUT THEM, PETE. WE MOSHERS LOVE YOU AND FALL OUT BOY, SO MUCH!
And then. Towards the end of the encore Pete jumped off the stage and a security dude lifted him over the mosh pit and he extended his hand, as you do, and basically the point of this is that I got to touch Pete Wentz. Yes, I am that girl, shut up. Maybe I just like his tattoos, okay? (:DDDDD)
Far less happymaking was when everyone pushed and I ended up collapsing on the floor on top of like, four other girls, and loads of people fell down, the crowd thronging all around us. I really felt pretty apprehensive then, but I felt worse for the girls I was on top off. It was the same old mosh pit thing again - I'm so sorry I'm on top of you! I didn't mean to do it! D: But it was okay, I don't think anyone was injured, although throughout the course of the concert at least three or four people had to be lifted out of the moshpit. I just lay on top of those poor girls screaming and croaking until two rather nice boys gave me a hand, so there was that.
In conclusion: A+++ concert, guys. I'm sure at least some of it was my wow, moshpits! What a novelty virginity, but it was fucking awesome, and I think I may be hooked on moshpits in general, and I want the setlist now, please, so I can make a proper playlist on iTunes.
ps. Sorry, guys - no pictures (yet), because I don't know where the memory card reader is, also I sort of gave up on taking pictures early on so I have maybe one million blurry pictures of Cassadee strutting around the stage and about three of Patrick, ahahaha.
So, so. I just came back from Fall Out Boy: Singapore, and it was glorious. Where do I start.
I met colourmeshocked in person for the first time, and she is every bit as lovely as she is on the intarwebz, and was reunited with ticking_empathy. I got a Folie A Deux shirt, y'all. It is classy (yeah, I know, who'd have thought) and features two bird silhouettes kissing each other.
And then, blah blah blah, we queue up, wait wait wait wait wait, and Hey Monday came out. HI CASSADEE YOU ARE GORGEOUS, HI. I take back everything bad I've said about Hey Monday (i.e., "meh, their music is pretty sucky") because they are a ton of fun, and they were so young and enthusiastic, ohgod. Cassadee is hot like a hot thing, ok? SOMEONE DIRECT ME TO SOME FIC ABOUT HER. And the guitarist dude who was wearing a purple tee was awesome, too. I AM SORRY I DON'T KNOW ALL THEIR NAMES, I kept mentally calling Cassadee "Haley" after the lead singer of Paramore, but at least I didn't shout it, so. I danced (as far as one can manage to dance in the moshpit) along to allll their songs, which I am now prepared to admit are fucking infectious, and maybe sang along to Homecoming, which was their last. Yeah, I don't know either.
And, the mosh. The mosh, you guys. It was one hundred percent better and worse than anything I'd been led to expect - it was fucking awesome and terrifying, like a huge wall of flesh compressed together, someone's elbow at your kidney, your knuckle under someone's armpit, everyone dancing dancing dancing jiggling the fucking night away and not caring. Only fresh sweat is acceptable. I think my left arm is done in by the ROCK SHAKE, and I kept patting down my jean pockets, yes my camera is still there (gave up taking photos a third of the way into Fall Out Boy's set), yes my phone is still there. We got to know two pairs of brothers and sisters during the concert, one of those random concert camaraderie things. Unfortunately we also got separated from ticking_empathy. The mosh pit is like a huge fucking wave, and people in front are like "stop pushing", and you're not even pushing, or even really standing, it's just the crowd behind you bearing down on you.
Also: WE GOT BARRIER, YOU GUYS. If barrier counts as "being able to hold onto it", because there were maybe two, three people in front of us. (Dear girl in pink shirt, I know you were very excited to get barrier and wanted to keep it, but the barrier doesn't actually belong to you. Please, prying my hand away from the barrier repeatedly was a shitty thing to do.)
THEN FALL OUT BOY CAME OUT, and we started to roar and the pit got even more condensed and someone yelled Patrick, Patrick! The strobe lights came on and it was like when I had epilepsy back in the day, and had to go to the hospital for weird medical checks, they'd do the strobe lights fast too, only this was a million times more dazzling and then the night really started.
It was fantastic. I'm convinced that Fall Out Boy is meant to be a live band, all right, everyone was screaming and singing and everything in between, and I'm pretty sure I did that all the time even when I wasn't aware of it, but I could hear every beat, every guitar chord and every word. It's like you don't even have a heartbeat any more, the drumbeat takes its place and settles in your chest and sets the whole fucking pace, and I loved it. Patrick was a rock god, you guys. All thighs and guitar flourishes (I see your GUITAR LEAP there, Pete Wentz) and heartfelt heartfelt heartfelt voice.
I'm shit at remembering things like setlists, but this is what I know they played, in no particular order:
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (well, I know this was the first one)
Thriller (likewise, second)
The Take Over, The Breaks Over (??)
I Don't Care (first Folie A Deux song)
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown
Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes
America's Suitehearts
Sugar, We're Going Down
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
Saturday
Dance, Dance (encore song)
I KNOW THERE WAS MORE, BUT ANYWAY.
At first they played songs exclusively from Cork Tree/Infinity On High, and I was all "oh noooo", because FOLIE A DEUX, guys. But then they launched into I Don't Care and,
Pete: I'm going to teach you a song. It's from our new album, Folie A Deux. Does anyone have it?
Audience: *cheers*
Pete: It's a very simple song, guys. It contains three words.
Audience: I DON'T CARE!
Pete: The words are - I - DON'T - CARE! I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE!
*music starts*
Before launching into America's Suitehearts (I think) Patrick told the audience a story about, ironically, why he doesn't like talking on stage - because he talked too much during their first gig, and he concluded with "it's a little like stabbing yourself in the stomach". ILU and your self-deprecatory stories, Patrick. (Also worth noting: the crowd went fucking crazy over Patrick, guys! PATRICK! PATRICK! PATRICK!)
Before they played Headfirst Slide Pete said something like: "This is for all of you who have trouble talking to that girl, those of you who want that boy. For those of you down there in the pit who have a warm feeling squashed against each other." ILU PETE YOU UNDERSTAND ME AND EVERYONE ELSE.
And then they played Headfirst Slide, and we fucking sang all the words and I heard it live, and can die happy now.
Towards the end I looked back and the people the seats weren't standing up, which kind of sucked - but WHO CARES ABOUT THEM, PETE. WE MOSHERS LOVE YOU AND FALL OUT BOY, SO MUCH!
And then. Towards the end of the encore Pete jumped off the stage and a security dude lifted him over the mosh pit and he extended his hand, as you do, and basically the point of this is that I got to touch Pete Wentz. Yes, I am that girl, shut up. Maybe I just like his tattoos, okay? (:DDDDD)
Far less happymaking was when everyone pushed and I ended up collapsing on the floor on top of like, four other girls, and loads of people fell down, the crowd thronging all around us. I really felt pretty apprehensive then, but I felt worse for the girls I was on top off. It was the same old mosh pit thing again - I'm so sorry I'm on top of you! I didn't mean to do it! D: But it was okay, I don't think anyone was injured, although throughout the course of the concert at least three or four people had to be lifted out of the moshpit. I just lay on top of those poor girls screaming and croaking until two rather nice boys gave me a hand, so there was that.
In conclusion: A+++ concert, guys. I'm sure at least some of it was my wow, moshpits! What a novelty virginity, but it was fucking awesome, and I think I may be hooked on moshpits in general, and I want the setlist now, please, so I can make a proper playlist on iTunes.
ps. Sorry, guys - no pictures (yet), because I don't know where the memory card reader is, also I sort of gave up on taking pictures early on so I have maybe one million blurry pictures of Cassadee strutting around the stage and about three of Patrick, ahahaha.