dudeitotallycouldvegrabbedrobbythebassanddonewickeddeedsbutididnt
Last night, Laura and I went to see the Get Up Kids at the Troubadour.
If you've been paying any attention to me at all for the last, oh, six years, you will know that this? Is a very big deal.
harmonicalesson had a ticket to come with, but she tragically fell ill and couldn't make it. iamfreak wanted to take her ticket, but it being will-call-only, we couldn't get them to release Amber's ticket to Aude, which was both mean and depressing. BUT! Since Amber couldn't make it, I'm posting a minute-by-minute account so she can pretend she was there. If you don't want the overly detailed account, you can read my review over at Confessions of a Would-be Hipster. If that's too much for you too, just know that it was 2,374 kinds of awesome.
So, we got to the Troub just after 5:00. There were maybe six people in line in front of us. After about half an hour of being destroyed by wind, we were joined by a lovely clutch of little emo kid dudes who we sort of befriended, as Desperate Kid needed a Sharpie to write a "Need a ticket or I'll die!" sign, and I shared mine.
After an hour of so, I had to pee. Laura sent me down the street where a Pavillions was supposed to be. Said Pavillions is under construction. So I went into a Starbucks. It didn't have a bathroom. I bought coffee cake anyway. As I was leaving, I almost ran into a couple. I smiled politely and turned up the street. "I know him," part of my brain said. "Dude. No," the smart part of my brain said, "picture him covered in blood." Yeah. It was Reggie. And I was walking the wrong way up the street. Go me!
Returned to the festivities. Chatted with a security guard about the fail that is Amber's ticket. Tried not to pay attention when the Get Up Kids randomly drove around the block. Jim yelled strange things at us. He's always best when he's drunk.
Eventually we got to go in. Peed. Picked a spot against the stage on the left side (so as to be able to watch a certain bassist) and waited. Miniature Tigers, the opening act, we'd seen at the Frightened Rabbit show last year, and they were much better this time. Very cute. Short set. Lovely.
While waiting for the Get Up Kids, we stood around and chatted. I got excited when "Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me and My Monkey" played. The following exchange took place:
"Rob's obviously choosing the music," says Laura.
"Really? What makes you say that?" says I.
"Well, he likes the Who, yeah?"
*stare*
"It is the Who, right?"
"No."
"Who is it?"
"The most important band in the history of bands?"
"Crosby, Stills and Nash?"
*stare*
"Buffalo Springfield? Led Zeppelin? The Monkees?"
"The Monkees?!! The most important band in the history of bands?"
"The Rolling Stones?"
"Somewere between the Stones and the Monkees."
"Well I don't know! I already said the Who!"
*stare*
"Tell me!"
"It's the frickin' BEATLES!"
*appropriately ashamed facepalm*
Then the roadies rearranged the gear. And situated Rob's pile o' effect pedals directly in front of me. What that means is I spent the next 90 minutes with Rob Pope (!!) kneeling directly in front of me, playing directly over me, and being ridiculously cute directly in front of me. Yes. Oh, and he came close to smacking Laura in the face with his Fender. Only disappointment: he played with a pick the whole night. Bah. He's still a God of Bass.
Other Pope moments of note: the rest of the band bet him $500 to do the set shirtless. (Regardless of what Laura says, this is not something I want to see. I don't know if he's hiding man-boobs or pecs under that cute white button-up of his, and I don't want to find out.) He later pretended to storm off stage because Matt was "enjoying a dramatic pause" and apparently it drives him nuts. It should also be noted that both Popes had very puffy hair.
Ryan did not bite off his tongue. He did flail, and stick out his tongue, and mouth weird little "bam bam bam" bits when he hit his drums. Because he's the cutest drummer ever to drum. Reggie was surprisingly quiet. Jim - well, Jim : Matt :: Laura : Michelle. Their relationship seems to be as follows: Jim says something foolish. Matt mocks him with a smile. Jim laughs and tries to think of something else to rile Matt up with. I love them so.
There was moshing behind us, and I've bruised my iliac crest to prove it. There were attempts at stage diving, and Desperate Kid - who got in after the opener because he's friends with...someone - tried to crowd surf and succeeded only because Matt choreographed it for him.
Oh, and there was music. Lots and lots of music. With lots of bass. (And a tremolo pedal! I've decided I love those things.) It was amazing music. They did everything I could've asked for (except maybe "Shorty"). My throat hurts from screaming along. My ears will ring forever. We need to make this happen again.
But really, harmonicalesson, um...you didn't miss much? It was crap without you. *enthusiastic nodding* Yup.
If you've been paying any attention to me at all for the last, oh, six years, you will know that this? Is a very big deal.
harmonicalesson had a ticket to come with, but she tragically fell ill and couldn't make it. iamfreak wanted to take her ticket, but it being will-call-only, we couldn't get them to release Amber's ticket to Aude, which was both mean and depressing. BUT! Since Amber couldn't make it, I'm posting a minute-by-minute account so she can pretend she was there. If you don't want the overly detailed account, you can read my review over at Confessions of a Would-be Hipster. If that's too much for you too, just know that it was 2,374 kinds of awesome.
So, we got to the Troub just after 5:00. There were maybe six people in line in front of us. After about half an hour of being destroyed by wind, we were joined by a lovely clutch of little emo kid dudes who we sort of befriended, as Desperate Kid needed a Sharpie to write a "Need a ticket or I'll die!" sign, and I shared mine.
After an hour of so, I had to pee. Laura sent me down the street where a Pavillions was supposed to be. Said Pavillions is under construction. So I went into a Starbucks. It didn't have a bathroom. I bought coffee cake anyway. As I was leaving, I almost ran into a couple. I smiled politely and turned up the street. "I know him," part of my brain said. "Dude. No," the smart part of my brain said, "picture him covered in blood." Yeah. It was Reggie. And I was walking the wrong way up the street. Go me!
Returned to the festivities. Chatted with a security guard about the fail that is Amber's ticket. Tried not to pay attention when the Get Up Kids randomly drove around the block. Jim yelled strange things at us. He's always best when he's drunk.
Eventually we got to go in. Peed. Picked a spot against the stage on the left side (so as to be able to watch a certain bassist) and waited. Miniature Tigers, the opening act, we'd seen at the Frightened Rabbit show last year, and they were much better this time. Very cute. Short set. Lovely.
While waiting for the Get Up Kids, we stood around and chatted. I got excited when "Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me and My Monkey" played. The following exchange took place:
"Rob's obviously choosing the music," says Laura.
"Really? What makes you say that?" says I.
"Well, he likes the Who, yeah?"
*stare*
"It is the Who, right?"
"No."
"Who is it?"
"The most important band in the history of bands?"
"Crosby, Stills and Nash?"
*stare*
"Buffalo Springfield? Led Zeppelin? The Monkees?"
"The Monkees?!! The most important band in the history of bands?"
"The Rolling Stones?"
"Somewere between the Stones and the Monkees."
"Well I don't know! I already said the Who!"
*stare*
"Tell me!"
"It's the frickin' BEATLES!"
*appropriately ashamed facepalm*
Then the roadies rearranged the gear. And situated Rob's pile o' effect pedals directly in front of me. What that means is I spent the next 90 minutes with Rob Pope (!!) kneeling directly in front of me, playing directly over me, and being ridiculously cute directly in front of me. Yes. Oh, and he came close to smacking Laura in the face with his Fender. Only disappointment: he played with a pick the whole night. Bah. He's still a God of Bass.
Other Pope moments of note: the rest of the band bet him $500 to do the set shirtless. (Regardless of what Laura says, this is not something I want to see. I don't know if he's hiding man-boobs or pecs under that cute white button-up of his, and I don't want to find out.) He later pretended to storm off stage because Matt was "enjoying a dramatic pause" and apparently it drives him nuts. It should also be noted that both Popes had very puffy hair.
Ryan did not bite off his tongue. He did flail, and stick out his tongue, and mouth weird little "bam bam bam" bits when he hit his drums. Because he's the cutest drummer ever to drum. Reggie was surprisingly quiet. Jim - well, Jim : Matt :: Laura : Michelle. Their relationship seems to be as follows: Jim says something foolish. Matt mocks him with a smile. Jim laughs and tries to think of something else to rile Matt up with. I love them so.
There was moshing behind us, and I've bruised my iliac crest to prove it. There were attempts at stage diving, and Desperate Kid - who got in after the opener because he's friends with...someone - tried to crowd surf and succeeded only because Matt choreographed it for him.
Oh, and there was music. Lots and lots of music. With lots of bass. (And a tremolo pedal! I've decided I love those things.) It was amazing music. They did everything I could've asked for (except maybe "Shorty"). My throat hurts from screaming along. My ears will ring forever. We need to make this happen again.
But really, harmonicalesson, um...you didn't miss much? It was crap without you. *enthusiastic nodding* Yup.