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So the Paramore show was pretty fucking awesome. They're a much better live band than I was giving them credit for, which I feel a little guilty about now.
They're some hyper little things. They definitely knew how to keep the crowd screaming and dancing and jumping. Hayley has a voice that'll make your legs shake even if you're standing at the back of the room. I am significantly less straight than I was when I went into that venue. Damn you, tiny hot gap-toothed girl.
The average age at this show was obscenely low. I mean, I knew Paramore's fan base was really young on average, but Jesus. The floor was full of fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, and the balcony seats were full of parents with earplugs and crossword puzzles. It was pretty funny, except for the part where all those girls started shrieking in that pitch that only hysterical teenies can achieve, and my internal organs started to quiver. o_O
On the down side, my back freaked out on me. Sometime during their opening acts (the two bands that weren't Phantom Planet kinda sucked, by the way), I ended up staggering away from the crowd to sprawl flat on my back on the floor, trying to relieve the pressure, being stared at by teeny-boppers in Skittle-colored jeans.
Physical therapy isn't working. I am pissed.
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Also, there seems to be yet something else wrong with me. I don't really want to talk about it until I get some test results back, but let's just say I'm a few days into my Spring Break, and I've already had two visits to more bloody goddamned specialists. I have another one on Wednesday.
I'm tired of being defective.
~*~
But, whatever! None of that matters! I'm meeting up with beatle this Friday!
I'm so excited. I've been looking forward to this ever since we first started tentatively planning. Even if we don't end up doing anything other than eating and causing trouble, right, Kayla? ;D
I did notice the movie Leatherheads comes out that day, though. I know you don't have much interest in football, but it's George Clooney, okay? Not to mention John Krasinski, who's goofy and adorable. And it's set in the '20s, which automatically makes it more interesting to you than a movie set in present time, right? *grin* Let me know if it's something you'd be interested in seeing!
~*~
I'm thinking about changing up my icons again. I need Hayley icons. (What is this "fixation" thing people keep talking about, anyway?) I've got tons of gorgeous ones saved that should really see the light of day sometime soon.
~*~
I've been listening to the new album from Panic!!! at the Disco (I got over my grammar Nazi tendencies to use that exclamation point, dammit, I'm not giving up on it now), Pretty. Odd., almost constantly since I picked it up last week. At the moment, "Folkin' Around" is my favorite track, but give me five minutes and that will change again, to "Nine in the Afternoon," or "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)," or "When the Day Met the Night." You get the idea.
I'm already thinking of Pretty. Odd. as The Panic Album for People Who Don't Like Panic. Their sound has changed tremendously since their first effort. They've grown up a lot, and you can hear it, in the music and the lyrics (though they still have that patented Ryan Ross "WTF is that supposed to mean?!" style).
shrinetolust, have you heard it yet? I need to squee! I will upload my copy for you if you want to hear it but don't want to wait, just let me know. *conspiratorial pirate grin*
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In other bandom news, the Fall Out Boy live DVD, ****, comes out tomorrow. (Just say "Four Asterisks." If you can. Personally, I have trouble with the word "asterisks.")
I will be picking up my copy Wednesday, while I'm in Pensacola for that doctor's visit. I can't wait to get my greedy little paws on it, including the CD that comes with it, which is supposed to have the cover of "Beat It" they did with John Mayer, who can fucking murder a rock guitar solo, as it turns out.
~*~
I have to go. I've been talking with one of my cousins who lives in Mississippi (we grew up together, but we never get to see each other anymore) through the Facebook account he talked me into getting, and I owe him a reply. :)
They're some hyper little things. They definitely knew how to keep the crowd screaming and dancing and jumping. Hayley has a voice that'll make your legs shake even if you're standing at the back of the room. I am significantly less straight than I was when I went into that venue. Damn you, tiny hot gap-toothed girl.
The average age at this show was obscenely low. I mean, I knew Paramore's fan base was really young on average, but Jesus. The floor was full of fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, and the balcony seats were full of parents with earplugs and crossword puzzles. It was pretty funny, except for the part where all those girls started shrieking in that pitch that only hysterical teenies can achieve, and my internal organs started to quiver. o_O
On the down side, my back freaked out on me. Sometime during their opening acts (the two bands that weren't Phantom Planet kinda sucked, by the way), I ended up staggering away from the crowd to sprawl flat on my back on the floor, trying to relieve the pressure, being stared at by teeny-boppers in Skittle-colored jeans.
Physical therapy isn't working. I am pissed.
~*~
Also, there seems to be yet something else wrong with me. I don't really want to talk about it until I get some test results back, but let's just say I'm a few days into my Spring Break, and I've already had two visits to more bloody goddamned specialists. I have another one on Wednesday.
I'm tired of being defective.
~*~
But, whatever! None of that matters! I'm meeting up with beatle this Friday!
I'm so excited. I've been looking forward to this ever since we first started tentatively planning. Even if we don't end up doing anything other than eating and causing trouble, right, Kayla? ;D
I did notice the movie Leatherheads comes out that day, though. I know you don't have much interest in football, but it's George Clooney, okay? Not to mention John Krasinski, who's goofy and adorable. And it's set in the '20s, which automatically makes it more interesting to you than a movie set in present time, right? *grin* Let me know if it's something you'd be interested in seeing!
~*~
I'm thinking about changing up my icons again. I need Hayley icons. (What is this "fixation" thing people keep talking about, anyway?) I've got tons of gorgeous ones saved that should really see the light of day sometime soon.
~*~
I've been listening to the new album from Panic!!! at the Disco (I got over my grammar Nazi tendencies to use that exclamation point, dammit, I'm not giving up on it now), Pretty. Odd., almost constantly since I picked it up last week. At the moment, "Folkin' Around" is my favorite track, but give me five minutes and that will change again, to "Nine in the Afternoon," or "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)," or "When the Day Met the Night." You get the idea.
I'm already thinking of Pretty. Odd. as The Panic Album for People Who Don't Like Panic. Their sound has changed tremendously since their first effort. They've grown up a lot, and you can hear it, in the music and the lyrics (though they still have that patented Ryan Ross "WTF is that supposed to mean?!" style).
shrinetolust, have you heard it yet? I need to squee! I will upload my copy for you if you want to hear it but don't want to wait, just let me know. *conspiratorial pirate grin*
~*~
In other bandom news, the Fall Out Boy live DVD, ****, comes out tomorrow. (Just say "Four Asterisks." If you can. Personally, I have trouble with the word "asterisks.")
I will be picking up my copy Wednesday, while I'm in Pensacola for that doctor's visit. I can't wait to get my greedy little paws on it, including the CD that comes with it, which is supposed to have the cover of "Beat It" they did with John Mayer, who can fucking murder a rock guitar solo, as it turns out.
~*~
I have to go. I've been talking with one of my cousins who lives in Mississippi (we grew up together, but we never get to see each other anymore) through the Facebook account he talked me into getting, and I owe him a reply. :)