no subject needed. but yes, you're reading this anyway
FOB. melbourne concert. 7th of march 2007
flash, flash, flash photography never fit so well.
5 o'clock anticipation turned into 6:30 banging on the doors.
I wrote my username on my arm.
couldn't find anyone.
Thriller soundcheck got everyone high.
we were ready to bang down some doors.
ran back to the merchandise line more than enough times.
every kid is a fancy kid.
i can prove it with a shirt now.
wearing three layers of clothing and 2 shades of sweat.
excitement took hold.
holding brother's FOB t-shirt while putting on my own
clandestine shirt over already bought FOB t-shirt,
the lights dimmed and screams echoed until a twenty dollar
bill flashed in my face.
"Food-drinks-anything..."
he went to work at 5am just to take me to the concert.
sometimes i wonder how my concert buddy, or
25 year old brother puts up with me.
avalon drive.
snap shot of fuck you's and g'day FOB's
made it clear that this is a home turf concert.
don't mess with aussie pride.
ryan ripped a hole in his jeans.
he never ripped it further.
"they're probably better than us.
thanks guys!"
trial kennedy.
hold that note for longer than our second scream.
i think you're an amazing singer.
drum techs thrown off for another drum tech.
he did a better job than you.
lights, lights and more lights.
fuck i love support acts.
fall out boy.
ok, by this point you've realised i don't make any sense.
there will be time for questions at the end.
15 minute wait.
techies doing their job.
6 different guitars, 2 different basses.
drum tech doing good..
white pillars piss me off.
cocked heads and hyperextended jumps were my only
source to see andy.
i love that kid.
band-aids.
me and my brother are too weird for our own good.
i love him though.
getting thrown off the fence by banana heads.
god, it's a love/hate relationship between me and security.
fickle little beings.
black out.
screams.
more screams.
this ain't a scene, it's an arms race REMIX
moving silouhettes.
high beam.
our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued.
no one's going to sue them.
expect maybe for being so goddamn great and oh so fucking brilliant at
annoying us by creating a lot of anticipation!
Of all of the gin joints in the world.
pete kisses patrick.
pete spins around.
take one step back.
take another step.
"that's better, now i can see all of you"
look at me pete.
"you know when you've had a crush on a girl,
and like she's totally out of your league.
but one hot night in about 4 years,
you make out and it's like the best fucking kiss
you'll ever have. that's like that for us with you guys.
it's taken us a while to come down.
how much do you fucking want this!?"
Sugar, we're going down.
scream your lungs out baby.
i'll still yell your name even when you can't hear it anymore.
The patron saint of liars and fakes.
it's more and more of the life i want to live.
Nobody puts baby in the corner.
kneel for me Joe.
Pete lick his guitar.
thank you.
"this song goes to all those who live in the real
world and not on the internet."
Sophomore slump or comeback of the year.
surrounded by lights and jumping feet.
the bass resonates and the angelic voice
creeps into my ears.
i allow it.
"this song is about vampires... kind of"
A little less 16 candles, a little more "touch me"
i felt the sweat in my shoes begin to dance.
i'm lost, utterly within the world they give me.
"where are all my hardcore kids at?
we finally wrote a song that the hardcore kids can dance to"
Thriller
i sang along to every word.
got every adlib improve right.
but still, nothing compares to patrick.
Grand theft autumn.
crowd participation erupts and i couldn't
give a shit about the people behind me.
i'll enjoy and take in the experience..
it might be another 4 years before they
come back again.
Xo
no description, no explanation, nothing.
it's Fall Out Boy.
it's self explanatory.
they took a piano ballad and created mass excitement.
acoustic amplified through speakers.
a lone soul. one voice. one guitar.
then a big finish.
rock instilled into perfection.
and they called it..
Golden.
"you know what we love about Australia?
you can say goddamn on the fucking radio.
so let's exercise that right shall we.
goddamn. goddamn
come on, goddamn! goddamn!
GOD FUCKING DAMN! GOD FUCKING DAMN!
now, wasn't that a scene."
This ain't a scene, it's an armsrace.
they leave the stage.
dim lights and an eruption of overly
anxious fans.
don't fucking leave.
but no, there's dirty cricket.
dirty, takes one guy and one girl.
micheal from TAI taught him about cricket.
god bless his soul.
"whack me as hard as you can, no holding back"
the guy, he hesistates.
gets thrown back into the mosh.
the girl, she's vicious.
dirty approves.
but no, there's more.
FOB's body guard takes the cricket bat.
it's called the "dirty killer"
do know i'm a good 10 meters away.
he swings back and hits.
i heard the hit.
dirty falls on the ground...
gets up and makes up chant
MOTHER FUCKING F.O.B
MOTHER FUCKING F.O.B
MOTHER FUCKING F.O.B
it was good.
"you guys are fucking awesome.
hold your diamonds in the sky if you're feeling this!"
millions of diamonds touch the sky and i've never felt
that great to be a follower!
"alright it's circle pit time.
i slept with someone in Fall Out Boy"
I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this lousy song written about me.
"this one's for all the girls who come here for the music
and not for particular people.
this is why we love you"
Take over, the break's over.
you don't understand how much i love this band.
no you don't.
when pete and joe run their hand up the mic stand
and grabs all their picks and throw them into the crowd.
i know they're here for us and that they love their music.
quoting patrick now.
"we're just horribly ordianary boring guys
who love music. turns out other people
love it too"
i kept an eye out for andy.
the little vegan drummer of mine.
i'm mezmerised by him.
honestly.
"did you come here to dance?
did you come here to dance dance?"
so he takes his time with the bass line.
leaving patrick and joe standing on the
drum platform laughing at andy
for the prolonged intro pete is making him do.
Dance, dance.
i'm now lost for words.
nothing else to say but that this concert is
forever etched into my memory.
my life is 3/4 complete.
you should know what would make it complete.
at least i think you should.
last song.
"you guys are fucking amazing and thank you
for letting us share this experience with you.
we fucking love you."
Saturday.
Pete hangs over the mosh pit.
being pulled in and screaming at the same time.
you all know Fall Out Boy will be forever loved by me.
walk a mile to hear you sing
and live a lifetime to see you succeed.
Andy. Joe. Patrick. Pete
thank you.
now, it's open for questions.. ask away.
flash, flash, flash photography never fit so well.
5 o'clock anticipation turned into 6:30 banging on the doors.
I wrote my username on my arm.
couldn't find anyone.
Thriller soundcheck got everyone high.
we were ready to bang down some doors.
ran back to the merchandise line more than enough times.
every kid is a fancy kid.
i can prove it with a shirt now.
wearing three layers of clothing and 2 shades of sweat.
excitement took hold.
holding brother's FOB t-shirt while putting on my own
clandestine shirt over already bought FOB t-shirt,
the lights dimmed and screams echoed until a twenty dollar
bill flashed in my face.
"Food-drinks-anything..."
he went to work at 5am just to take me to the concert.
sometimes i wonder how my concert buddy, or
25 year old brother puts up with me.
avalon drive.
snap shot of fuck you's and g'day FOB's
made it clear that this is a home turf concert.
don't mess with aussie pride.
ryan ripped a hole in his jeans.
he never ripped it further.
"they're probably better than us.
thanks guys!"
trial kennedy.
hold that note for longer than our second scream.
i think you're an amazing singer.
drum techs thrown off for another drum tech.
he did a better job than you.
lights, lights and more lights.
fuck i love support acts.
fall out boy.
ok, by this point you've realised i don't make any sense.
there will be time for questions at the end.
15 minute wait.
techies doing their job.
6 different guitars, 2 different basses.
drum tech doing good..
white pillars piss me off.
cocked heads and hyperextended jumps were my only
source to see andy.
i love that kid.
band-aids.
me and my brother are too weird for our own good.
i love him though.
getting thrown off the fence by banana heads.
god, it's a love/hate relationship between me and security.
fickle little beings.
black out.
screams.
more screams.
this ain't a scene, it's an arms race REMIX
moving silouhettes.
high beam.
our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued.
no one's going to sue them.
expect maybe for being so goddamn great and oh so fucking brilliant at
annoying us by creating a lot of anticipation!
Of all of the gin joints in the world.
pete kisses patrick.
pete spins around.
take one step back.
take another step.
"that's better, now i can see all of you"
look at me pete.
"you know when you've had a crush on a girl,
and like she's totally out of your league.
but one hot night in about 4 years,
you make out and it's like the best fucking kiss
you'll ever have. that's like that for us with you guys.
it's taken us a while to come down.
how much do you fucking want this!?"
Sugar, we're going down.
scream your lungs out baby.
i'll still yell your name even when you can't hear it anymore.
The patron saint of liars and fakes.
it's more and more of the life i want to live.
Nobody puts baby in the corner.
kneel for me Joe.
Pete lick his guitar.
thank you.
"this song goes to all those who live in the real
world and not on the internet."
Sophomore slump or comeback of the year.
surrounded by lights and jumping feet.
the bass resonates and the angelic voice
creeps into my ears.
i allow it.
"this song is about vampires... kind of"
A little less 16 candles, a little more "touch me"
i felt the sweat in my shoes begin to dance.
i'm lost, utterly within the world they give me.
"where are all my hardcore kids at?
we finally wrote a song that the hardcore kids can dance to"
Thriller
i sang along to every word.
got every adlib improve right.
but still, nothing compares to patrick.
Grand theft autumn.
crowd participation erupts and i couldn't
give a shit about the people behind me.
i'll enjoy and take in the experience..
it might be another 4 years before they
come back again.
Xo
no description, no explanation, nothing.
it's Fall Out Boy.
it's self explanatory.
they took a piano ballad and created mass excitement.
acoustic amplified through speakers.
a lone soul. one voice. one guitar.
then a big finish.
rock instilled into perfection.
and they called it..
Golden.
"you know what we love about Australia?
you can say goddamn on the fucking radio.
so let's exercise that right shall we.
goddamn. goddamn
come on, goddamn! goddamn!
GOD FUCKING DAMN! GOD FUCKING DAMN!
now, wasn't that a scene."
This ain't a scene, it's an armsrace.
they leave the stage.
dim lights and an eruption of overly
anxious fans.
don't fucking leave.
but no, there's dirty cricket.
dirty, takes one guy and one girl.
micheal from TAI taught him about cricket.
god bless his soul.
"whack me as hard as you can, no holding back"
the guy, he hesistates.
gets thrown back into the mosh.
the girl, she's vicious.
dirty approves.
but no, there's more.
FOB's body guard takes the cricket bat.
it's called the "dirty killer"
do know i'm a good 10 meters away.
he swings back and hits.
i heard the hit.
dirty falls on the ground...
gets up and makes up chant
MOTHER FUCKING F.O.B
MOTHER FUCKING F.O.B
MOTHER FUCKING F.O.B
it was good.
"you guys are fucking awesome.
hold your diamonds in the sky if you're feeling this!"
millions of diamonds touch the sky and i've never felt
that great to be a follower!
"alright it's circle pit time.
i slept with someone in Fall Out Boy"
I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this lousy song written about me.
"this one's for all the girls who come here for the music
and not for particular people.
this is why we love you"
Take over, the break's over.
you don't understand how much i love this band.
no you don't.
when pete and joe run their hand up the mic stand
and grabs all their picks and throw them into the crowd.
i know they're here for us and that they love their music.
quoting patrick now.
"we're just horribly ordianary boring guys
who love music. turns out other people
love it too"
i kept an eye out for andy.
the little vegan drummer of mine.
i'm mezmerised by him.
honestly.
"did you come here to dance?
did you come here to dance dance?"
so he takes his time with the bass line.
leaving patrick and joe standing on the
drum platform laughing at andy
for the prolonged intro pete is making him do.
Dance, dance.
i'm now lost for words.
nothing else to say but that this concert is
forever etched into my memory.
my life is 3/4 complete.
you should know what would make it complete.
at least i think you should.
last song.
"you guys are fucking amazing and thank you
for letting us share this experience with you.
we fucking love you."
Saturday.
Pete hangs over the mosh pit.
being pulled in and screaming at the same time.
you all know Fall Out Boy will be forever loved by me.
walk a mile to hear you sing
and live a lifetime to see you succeed.
Andy. Joe. Patrick. Pete
thank you.
now, it's open for questions.. ask away.