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So, I saw Supergrass. Sort of. Here's the story.
Me, my Mom, and her friend bounce down happily to Canes, with my cousin's friend's I.D. in my purse. All happy and excited, I walk over to the entrance and pull out the I.D., which was almost immediately denied. I had to recite the address and the birthdate, I had to be compared to my Mom (who said she was my sister, as the birthdate was 1978), and then I had to write the signature three times. I memorised everything, but no. We tried to get the manager to let us in, or give us our money back for my ticket, but he wouldn't give in to anything. So I had to sit out front while my Mom searched for the Grass to see if they'd get me in. No luck. I walked over to a side exit and sat on a little wall-thingy where I could see most of the stage if there wasn't anyone standing on the stairs. After about twenty minutes or so, the lights go down and people start cheering and screaming and such. Rob starts playing the intro to "Za", and the rest of the band walk out onto the stage. O glorious Supergrass, they were the superest grass of them all.
SETLIST:
Za
Rush Hour Soul
Sun Hits The Sky
Brecon Beacons
Late In The Day (I STARTED CRYING WHEN IT CAME ON HAHAHAH AND WHO THE HELL MOSHES TO THIS SONG?)
Seen The Light
Lose It
Grace
Mary (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Moving
Funniest Thing
(something that i can't make out in my writing)
Pumping On Your Stereo
Lose It
Lenny
La Song (i think)
Caught By The Fuzz
I THINK THEY PLAYED EVENING OF THE DAY but I CANNOT remember when, and I was too stupid to write it down. I was completely hypnotised by the whole ordeal, and seeing Gaz's shiny guitars behind the glass doors that kept me from cheering and shrieking with excitement after every song.
When I was denied entry, I walked around to see if there was somewhere to sneak in. And I found THESE, oh Lordy. I wanted to rip a piece of the trunk off or something to keep.
After the gig, I dragged my Mom over there in case the band was going to come out around that area and I forced her to take pictures of me with the glorious Grass equipment. I kind of creeped out one of their roadies.
Mick Quinn's autographs. I accidentally smudged the one on Life On Other Planets. :( Mick is delightfully nice, and he's got a hot, sultry accent.
Danny was preoccupied by being shirtless (yowza) and talking to a bunch of wonderful Irish people, so I only got this and barely got to talk to him. Sigh.
GAZ GAZ GAZ GAZ GAZ!
The bloody gorgeous Gaz and the flaming dork. I was standing by the entrance and he came walking out and said hello to me. I WAS THE FIRST HE APPROACHED! AIEEEK! Momentary lapse of fangirliness there, sorry. I told him the sob story about me not being able to get in, and he apologised for it. I love you, Gaz. See, Craig Nicholls? You see how amazing Gaz is? Be like your idol, Craig, and acknowledge your fans, you selfish, amazingly brilliant little bastard diva.
HaHAHAHAa there's me almost licking Gaz.
Being touched by Mick!! Yay! I love Mick. Much respect.
No Robert Coombes. I saw him walking out with his bruddah, but I either missed him while I was mentally raping Gaz or he came out after I left.
As I was walking back to the car, I realised that I didn't congratulate Gaz on the birth of his daughter!! I completely forgot about it, so I screamed, "CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY, GAZ!!!" as he was being hugged and molested by some girl over and over again. Poor Gaz. :|
Meine Mater got pictures inside during the gig, but they turned out horrible. I'll spare you and keep the awful, flashless pictures to myself. HAHAHA. I feel so mean tonight after that bastard who wouldn't let me in.
I got to talk to their manager for a minute while I was watching the gig outside, and I had to tell him about the ordeal as well. "There's nothing I can do", he said. Bah! There is much he could do! Oh well. I like him, because he's nice and he was extremely British.
My love for the Grass has skyrocketed. I am happy. Cheers, Gaz, Danny, Mick, I adore you guys. You too, Rob.
<3
Me, my Mom, and her friend bounce down happily to Canes, with my cousin's friend's I.D. in my purse. All happy and excited, I walk over to the entrance and pull out the I.D., which was almost immediately denied. I had to recite the address and the birthdate, I had to be compared to my Mom (who said she was my sister, as the birthdate was 1978), and then I had to write the signature three times. I memorised everything, but no. We tried to get the manager to let us in, or give us our money back for my ticket, but he wouldn't give in to anything. So I had to sit out front while my Mom searched for the Grass to see if they'd get me in. No luck. I walked over to a side exit and sat on a little wall-thingy where I could see most of the stage if there wasn't anyone standing on the stairs. After about twenty minutes or so, the lights go down and people start cheering and screaming and such. Rob starts playing the intro to "Za", and the rest of the band walk out onto the stage. O glorious Supergrass, they were the superest grass of them all.
SETLIST:
Za
Rush Hour Soul
Sun Hits The Sky
Brecon Beacons
Late In The Day (I STARTED CRYING WHEN IT CAME ON HAHAHAH AND WHO THE HELL MOSHES TO THIS SONG?)
Seen The Light
Lose It
Grace
Mary (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Moving
Funniest Thing
(something that i can't make out in my writing)
Pumping On Your Stereo
Lose It
Lenny
La Song (i think)
Caught By The Fuzz
I THINK THEY PLAYED EVENING OF THE DAY but I CANNOT remember when, and I was too stupid to write it down. I was completely hypnotised by the whole ordeal, and seeing Gaz's shiny guitars behind the glass doors that kept me from cheering and shrieking with excitement after every song.
When I was denied entry, I walked around to see if there was somewhere to sneak in. And I found THESE, oh Lordy. I wanted to rip a piece of the trunk off or something to keep.
After the gig, I dragged my Mom over there in case the band was going to come out around that area and I forced her to take pictures of me with the glorious Grass equipment. I kind of creeped out one of their roadies.
Mick Quinn's autographs. I accidentally smudged the one on Life On Other Planets. :( Mick is delightfully nice, and he's got a hot, sultry accent.
Danny was preoccupied by being shirtless (yowza) and talking to a bunch of wonderful Irish people, so I only got this and barely got to talk to him. Sigh.
GAZ GAZ GAZ GAZ GAZ!
The bloody gorgeous Gaz and the flaming dork. I was standing by the entrance and he came walking out and said hello to me. I WAS THE FIRST HE APPROACHED! AIEEEK! Momentary lapse of fangirliness there, sorry. I told him the sob story about me not being able to get in, and he apologised for it. I love you, Gaz. See, Craig Nicholls? You see how amazing Gaz is? Be like your idol, Craig, and acknowledge your fans, you selfish, amazingly brilliant little bastard diva.
HaHAHAHAa there's me almost licking Gaz.
Being touched by Mick!! Yay! I love Mick. Much respect.
No Robert Coombes. I saw him walking out with his bruddah, but I either missed him while I was mentally raping Gaz or he came out after I left.
As I was walking back to the car, I realised that I didn't congratulate Gaz on the birth of his daughter!! I completely forgot about it, so I screamed, "CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY, GAZ!!!" as he was being hugged and molested by some girl over and over again. Poor Gaz. :|
Meine Mater got pictures inside during the gig, but they turned out horrible. I'll spare you and keep the awful, flashless pictures to myself. HAHAHA. I feel so mean tonight after that bastard who wouldn't let me in.
I got to talk to their manager for a minute while I was watching the gig outside, and I had to tell him about the ordeal as well. "There's nothing I can do", he said. Bah! There is much he could do! Oh well. I like him, because he's nice and he was extremely British.
My love for the Grass has skyrocketed. I am happy. Cheers, Gaz, Danny, Mick, I adore you guys. You too, Rob.
<3