10/26/06, My Chemical Romance @ the House of Blues: A Novella
First I must start off with a confession; up until last night I had never seen My Chemical Romance live in concert. Shocker, I know. Even to myself because I've never gone this long without seeing a band that I'm really into. Unfortunately I suffer from having bad timing and an ill temper and it just didn't work out until this album and this mini-
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Remember a few posts back I said I won tickets to see MCR at the House of Blues without having to wait in line all day? Well, it was a contest within a contest where everyone who won tickets got entered in another contest where the grand prize was a trip New Orleans and VIP tickets to the Sunday day of the Voodoo fest, which is the day that MCR played. Well I won that too. Ironical, since the DJ I spoke to after wining the initial tickets told me not to get too excited because I "wouldn't win the grand prize." Ha. I didn't even care about that, I just wanted a guarantee that if I showed up at the House of Blues I was going to get in. That's all.
The planning of the trip turned out to be a nightmare because my family blew it all out of proportion. I convinced my brother to be my plus one after repeating on an endless loop that I don't have friends anymore and either he comes with me or I got it alone (hindsight being 20/20 and all, I should have grown a pair and gone stag). Once Mom and Dad found out, well then THEY wanted to come. I'm on edge as it is because there exists the real possibility I will see them "out and about" while we're down there (hotel? airport? restaurants? street?) and on top of that it's turned into a family reunion of sorts.
It started out OK, just like a regular vacation and by the time Sunday rolled around I was glad to get on with the concert so we could see a bit more of the city before heading home. Being in the VIP area was nice (we didn't have to use porta-potties! I hate those things with a fiery passion!) and shady... and stage adjacent. About three hours before their performance they were hanging around in a small area next to the stage, still in the "artist only" area but visible to couldn't VIP and those in the general crowd who were pressed up against the fences. I spotted them and went totally statuesque. My brother was talking his way into getting a free can of coke from some chick working the bar and noticed that there was some confusion happening next to him. MCR was supposed to have some meet-and-greet but were having problems with security. Namely MCR couldn't come into the VIP area and the three kids there to meet them couldn't get backstage to them, so someone from the label is arguing and trying to hand out "artist" passes that she will later take back but is not paying attention to what's going on around her (frankly, neither am I because Gerard is about five yards away smoking a cigarette like it's going to be the last one he ever touches) next thing I know my brother has pushed me next to these meet-and-greet kids (two teenage boys decked out in full MCR gear and a girl who might have been over 18 in all black, on a 70 degree day), a pass is put in my hand, and I'm ushered through the gate and then MCR is right in front of me and I officially go deaf, blind and dumb.
Gerard's hair isn't blond. It's white. Old man white and he had on the white face paint and it made him look tired. They all looked just plain wiped. Ray and Frank hadn't shaved and Mikey was wearing a pair Chanel sunglasses and Bob walked past my right and then Ray appeared on my left... I didn't say much and it was over before I could process it and the next time I blinked I was back in the VIP area with a poster that had signatures on it. I'm remembering it like flashes or brief moving snapshots... and they all make me CRINGE!
synchronik says that they probably forgot me the minute after I left and if I ever got to meet them again it would be like a clean slate. God I hope so.
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I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't think anything beyond standard vacation shit was going to happen... and then when I made such a spectacular fool out of myself I REALLY wasn't going to say anything. I will say, however, how much I looove making you laugh at work (I'm so dastardly).
Aja's crazy boss: I can't help but notice you coughing all the time. Is there something wrong with you? Medically?
The lovely Aja: Maybe. I can look into it if it's bothering you. I'm sure it will only take a week or two of paid vacation to get to the bottom of this medical mystification.
Well, it was assplay! Gerard Way is in love with his own ass. I kind of half expected him to start squeezing it like you would a melon to determine its level of ripeness. Do you think that means he's planning on eating his own ass? I don't know how many yoga classes it would take to be able to do that, but I would imagine that it's a lot.
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