we're faithful / we all believe, we all believe
Epic weekend is, at last, quite over.
There is a post forthcoming but I'm so silly with sleep deprivation and sensory overload and ALL THE AWESOME and the unpleasant adventure that ended this thing, that I can't really think straight enough. So I'll be reading through some of the PJ forum posts as well as browsing some of the weekend's tweets to help me cobble together a proper post for the PJ20 fest.
I've never felt so happy to be a fan of the greatest band in the world. It was a joyous experience, one that I doubt will be equalled anytime soon, if ever. I'm not going to call it a religious experience but it was on another plane of existence entirely. I have never been moved to tears at Pearl Jam and yet both nights there were multiple points when I just let the tears come. It was overwhelming and wonderful and beautiful, and to all the assholes that complained about all or parts of the weekend... in the immortal words of Ed: "Well, fuck you then!" I adore my band and their shows and I know this was quite special for them, so in turn it was quite special for the fans as well.
Spent a portion of money that I'd be horrified about if it were anything else. I've barely even batted an eye, and it's because it's Pearl Jam and they pretty much own my bank account by now. They're worth it. They're also worth 12-hour drives through four states and rain just for a weekend festival. They're even worth being 50 miles from home and hitting a pothole. Yes, you heard me. It was raining, visibility was low, the roads were pitch dark, and I was terrified of deer since it was Middle of Nowhere, PA. I hit a pothole, destroyed my right front tire/rim, and had to have roadside assistance put on my donut tire so I could go the remaining 48 miles at 35mph IN THE POURING RAIN. I ended up spending my entire afternoon half asleep and reading at the mechanic so I could spend $300 to fix that mess. That pisses me off, but it's sort of a vague annoyance at this point because I'm so exhausted and this weekend was something else entirely.
Anyway, there are photos on facebook for those who know me on there, and eventually I will have a proper post up here for those who want details. :D I just needed to get something out. More than likely I'll have a new set of PJ icons for the occasion as well. XD
* The Pit, the official forums at pj.com, is notorious for being full of entitled douchebags who bitch piss whine and moan about the slightest little thing they didn't get at shows. seats, songs that were played, songs that weren't, special guests/opening acts, basically every little thing. It's mostly offensive to anyone who actually goes to shows to enjoy the show, to be honest.
There is a post forthcoming but I'm so silly with sleep deprivation and sensory overload and ALL THE AWESOME and the unpleasant adventure that ended this thing, that I can't really think straight enough. So I'll be reading through some of the PJ forum posts as well as browsing some of the weekend's tweets to help me cobble together a proper post for the PJ20 fest.
I've never felt so happy to be a fan of the greatest band in the world. It was a joyous experience, one that I doubt will be equalled anytime soon, if ever. I'm not going to call it a religious experience but it was on another plane of existence entirely. I have never been moved to tears at Pearl Jam and yet both nights there were multiple points when I just let the tears come. It was overwhelming and wonderful and beautiful, and to all the assholes that complained about all or parts of the weekend... in the immortal words of Ed: "Well, fuck you then!" I adore my band and their shows and I know this was quite special for them, so in turn it was quite special for the fans as well.
Spent a portion of money that I'd be horrified about if it were anything else. I've barely even batted an eye, and it's because it's Pearl Jam and they pretty much own my bank account by now. They're worth it. They're also worth 12-hour drives through four states and rain just for a weekend festival. They're even worth being 50 miles from home and hitting a pothole. Yes, you heard me. It was raining, visibility was low, the roads were pitch dark, and I was terrified of deer since it was Middle of Nowhere, PA. I hit a pothole, destroyed my right front tire/rim, and had to have roadside assistance put on my donut tire so I could go the remaining 48 miles at 35mph IN THE POURING RAIN. I ended up spending my entire afternoon half asleep and reading at the mechanic so I could spend $300 to fix that mess. That pisses me off, but it's sort of a vague annoyance at this point because I'm so exhausted and this weekend was something else entirely.
Anyway, there are photos on facebook for those who know me on there, and eventually I will have a proper post up here for those who want details. :D I just needed to get something out. More than likely I'll have a new set of PJ icons for the occasion as well. XD
* The Pit, the official forums at pj.com, is notorious for being full of entitled douchebags who bitch piss whine and moan about the slightest little thing they didn't get at shows. seats, songs that were played, songs that weren't, special guests/opening acts, basically every little thing. It's mostly offensive to anyone who actually goes to shows to enjoy the show, to be honest.