casual high fiving
Neck Deep fucking killed it tonight. Paul bought their new album (both CD and vinyl). I bought a Neck Deep beanie. And yeah, story time. It's four in the morning, so this is the only part of the concert I'm talking about for now.
I'm standing in what I think is the like for the Neck Deep merch table, but it was actually just All Time Low's merch line that had branched off because a bunch of assholes were in a rush to get to the front of the line. So I take a step or two to the right and like, the Neck Deep merch table is being run by a couple of dudes and there is literally no line. I was surprised about that, because the crowd was fucking insane for their set. I get up there. I've got $20. That's it. The only thing I could afford was the beanie, so I ask the guys at the table, "That's twenty even, right?"
One of the guys says, "Yep. No tax, just twenty." Dude's got an accent, right? Couldn't quite place it, though.
He hands one to me and I tell him he's rad, and then he tells me that I'm rad, and we share an epic high five. And then I realize that his accent is Welsh, and my brain goes NO WAIT, so I turn around five seconds later, and he's signing a t-shirt, and like, yeah. It absolutely was Fil Thorpe Evans, the fucking bassist of Neck Deep and I just casually high fived him. Y'know, no big deal. I've only been listening to this band religiously all goddamn year. Of course, at the time, I was thinking WHAT IF THIS ISN'T THE GUY because i'm so anxious about meeting famous people that I would just rather not do it.
So I go back, because I was waiting for Paul to get out of ATL's line and jump ship to ND's table, and I'm talking to the merch guy,who's telling me about Neck Deep coming back in the spring, so then I'm talking to maybe Fil and the merch guy and I'm still NOT SURE WHO THE FUCK I'M TALKING TO because I don't know any of the members of the band AT ALL. And Michaela is just standing there wondering what I'm doing, striking up a random conversation with random people, which is very unlike me.
I tell them I want to go see them in the spring (because I do), and maybe Fil gives me a thumbs up, and says he'll see me there, and I tell them to have a good night.
We get in the car. "Okay guys," I say. "I'm like the worst person on the planet, but that guy I was just talking to...?"
"Oh yeah, that was Neck Deep's bassist," Paul tells me.
"Yeah, okay, that's what I thought."
And that's the story of how I met Fil Thorpe Evans.
I'm standing in what I think is the like for the Neck Deep merch table, but it was actually just All Time Low's merch line that had branched off because a bunch of assholes were in a rush to get to the front of the line. So I take a step or two to the right and like, the Neck Deep merch table is being run by a couple of dudes and there is literally no line. I was surprised about that, because the crowd was fucking insane for their set. I get up there. I've got $20. That's it. The only thing I could afford was the beanie, so I ask the guys at the table, "That's twenty even, right?"
One of the guys says, "Yep. No tax, just twenty." Dude's got an accent, right? Couldn't quite place it, though.
He hands one to me and I tell him he's rad, and then he tells me that I'm rad, and we share an epic high five. And then I realize that his accent is Welsh, and my brain goes NO WAIT, so I turn around five seconds later, and he's signing a t-shirt, and like, yeah. It absolutely was Fil Thorpe Evans, the fucking bassist of Neck Deep and I just casually high fived him. Y'know, no big deal. I've only been listening to this band religiously all goddamn year. Of course, at the time, I was thinking WHAT IF THIS ISN'T THE GUY because i'm so anxious about meeting famous people that I would just rather not do it.
So I go back, because I was waiting for Paul to get out of ATL's line and jump ship to ND's table, and I'm talking to the merch guy,who's telling me about Neck Deep coming back in the spring, so then I'm talking to maybe Fil and the merch guy and I'm still NOT SURE WHO THE FUCK I'M TALKING TO because I don't know any of the members of the band AT ALL. And Michaela is just standing there wondering what I'm doing, striking up a random conversation with random people, which is very unlike me.
I tell them I want to go see them in the spring (because I do), and maybe Fil gives me a thumbs up, and says he'll see me there, and I tell them to have a good night.
We get in the car. "Okay guys," I say. "I'm like the worst person on the planet, but that guy I was just talking to...?"
"Oh yeah, that was Neck Deep's bassist," Paul tells me.
"Yeah, okay, that's what I thought."
And that's the story of how I met Fil Thorpe Evans.