a chance to break our parents' patterns
Monday I went to New Jersey to see the best band in all of the black matter that makes up the universe (Brand New, of course).
Why New Jersey, you ask, when they're going to play a show in VA Beach in 2 days? BECAUSE I'M AN ABSOLUTE LUNATIC. And it was the first date announced for the summer tour, so naturally I skipped class to buy tickets and I'm glad I did because it sold out in 5 minutes, and well, come on, it's New Jersey. Why wouldn't you want to go to New Jersey for a concert?
Besides the obvious. OK, it smells there. Badly. And yeah, a lot of the people are total jerks. And yeah, it's ugly as bumfuck compared to the nice trees and mountains around us here. But you know, when it's Brand New we're talking about, it was fucking worth it.
[Colour Revolt]
[Colour Revolt]
BRAND NEW
When we were about to leave, the truck wouldn't start so we had to go somewhere else to get a completely different mean of transportation; we couldn't find a place that was willing to convert change into cash; Wal Mart's apple selection was the shittiest apple selection ever but we had no choice; MapQuest's directions were hilarious, as usual; as were the employees at a truck stop, who had never in their lives heard or could identify relish; we passed a truck whose back was overflowing (literally) with bicycle wheels, and a guy on a motorcycle whose asscrack decided to peek out behind the rolls of obesity and dangle over the seat for all the highway to see and take pictures of; getting lost never felt so much fun; one guy wished us luck; the hotel lobby walls were nothing but mirrors; our hotel manager was a terrible depth perceptionist; furniture stores and Dunkin Donuts; BADGES!; the boy with his feet out the window; and a roadie with a very sad case of Pathelogical Liar's syndrome.
But we waited in line for 7 hours with our coloring books and rock paper scissors deathmatches, and when the time came for the doors to open, we would have been the very first in if it wasn't for the damned souls that paid just a few dollars more for Star Parking. Dicks.
I have seen Rory. He is wonderful. :)
We rushed to the crowd, because it was more important than merch indeed, and well. Who am I to judge the show? I would, yes yes I would, but it would take me a very long time to conclude just how incredible Brand New were for the third time I've seen them. The set list was as follows:
Tautou
Yeah
Jaws Theme Swimming
Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't
The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
Untitled 6 (Mamas)
I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light
Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Shower Scene
Me vs Maradonna vs Elvis
The No Seatbelt Song
Soco Amaretto Lime
Untitled 7 (Forks and Knives)
Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
Seventy times 7
Play Crack the Sky
Which, basically, if you're a Brand New fan, is like super sweet Eskimo technology in corduroy pants. It's just that good.
Now, something that might tickle a little to hear... Well, someone screamed "WE MISSED YOU!" and Jesse had no hesitation in screaming right back, "WE MISSED YOU TOO!" which was pretty fucking special. And after the whole "This is the best welcome-back venue ever" thing, Jesse also gladly announced,
"So we finished recording our new record last night."
I don't remember whether I peed my pants or not. :) They're incredible. Flawless. Magical.
The crowdsurfers must have been wearing kleetes. I have a welt on my head from them. But it's a nice, friendly welt, I assure you. Though a lot of the crowd was made up of a bunch of assholey local weirdos...
I met a really nice guy and his friend who drove all the way from Michigan! And yeah, Virginia is about an 8+ hour drive, but wow. Pretty impressive. And he's in a band, which I have yet to check out, but because they were so friendly, I'm sure they have some decent talent as far as their music goes. :) That was the guy that had his feet dangling from the car window. Actually, I met plenty of nice people. But the bad ones seem to stand out.
Fuck merch. It was chaos in the little room, so I left after having waited several minutes just to find out that no sizes were left and the posters, that I didn't know about, were sold out too. BUMMER EXTREME.
But you know... I will be seeing Brand New again on Saturday. This time in Charlotte, North Carolina. So this isn't the last of me, you angry people who skip over my posts in your friends pages! GUAHHAH. By the way, it'd be nice if you replied every once and a while. I do make these entries for a reason. Ahem.
And oh yeah, I have a few sound recordings as well, but I'll wait until I get some from Charlotte too and I'll just post those all at once. If you want them badly enough, that is...
If you are already a fan of Brand New, I salute you.
For those of you that aren't, I pity.
So far, my summer has been immaculate. :)
Why New Jersey, you ask, when they're going to play a show in VA Beach in 2 days? BECAUSE I'M AN ABSOLUTE LUNATIC. And it was the first date announced for the summer tour, so naturally I skipped class to buy tickets and I'm glad I did because it sold out in 5 minutes, and well, come on, it's New Jersey. Why wouldn't you want to go to New Jersey for a concert?
Besides the obvious. OK, it smells there. Badly. And yeah, a lot of the people are total jerks. And yeah, it's ugly as bumfuck compared to the nice trees and mountains around us here. But you know, when it's Brand New we're talking about, it was fucking worth it.
[Colour Revolt]
[Colour Revolt]
BRAND NEW
When we were about to leave, the truck wouldn't start so we had to go somewhere else to get a completely different mean of transportation; we couldn't find a place that was willing to convert change into cash; Wal Mart's apple selection was the shittiest apple selection ever but we had no choice; MapQuest's directions were hilarious, as usual; as were the employees at a truck stop, who had never in their lives heard or could identify relish; we passed a truck whose back was overflowing (literally) with bicycle wheels, and a guy on a motorcycle whose asscrack decided to peek out behind the rolls of obesity and dangle over the seat for all the highway to see and take pictures of; getting lost never felt so much fun; one guy wished us luck; the hotel lobby walls were nothing but mirrors; our hotel manager was a terrible depth perceptionist; furniture stores and Dunkin Donuts; BADGES!; the boy with his feet out the window; and a roadie with a very sad case of Pathelogical Liar's syndrome.
But we waited in line for 7 hours with our coloring books and rock paper scissors deathmatches, and when the time came for the doors to open, we would have been the very first in if it wasn't for the damned souls that paid just a few dollars more for Star Parking. Dicks.
I have seen Rory. He is wonderful. :)
We rushed to the crowd, because it was more important than merch indeed, and well. Who am I to judge the show? I would, yes yes I would, but it would take me a very long time to conclude just how incredible Brand New were for the third time I've seen them. The set list was as follows:
Tautou
Yeah
Jaws Theme Swimming
Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't
The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
Untitled 6 (Mamas)
I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light
Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Shower Scene
Me vs Maradonna vs Elvis
The No Seatbelt Song
Soco Amaretto Lime
Untitled 7 (Forks and Knives)
Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
Seventy times 7
Play Crack the Sky
Which, basically, if you're a Brand New fan, is like super sweet Eskimo technology in corduroy pants. It's just that good.
Now, something that might tickle a little to hear... Well, someone screamed "WE MISSED YOU!" and Jesse had no hesitation in screaming right back, "WE MISSED YOU TOO!" which was pretty fucking special. And after the whole "This is the best welcome-back venue ever" thing, Jesse also gladly announced,
"So we finished recording our new record last night."
I don't remember whether I peed my pants or not. :) They're incredible. Flawless. Magical.
The crowdsurfers must have been wearing kleetes. I have a welt on my head from them. But it's a nice, friendly welt, I assure you. Though a lot of the crowd was made up of a bunch of assholey local weirdos...
I met a really nice guy and his friend who drove all the way from Michigan! And yeah, Virginia is about an 8+ hour drive, but wow. Pretty impressive. And he's in a band, which I have yet to check out, but because they were so friendly, I'm sure they have some decent talent as far as their music goes. :) That was the guy that had his feet dangling from the car window. Actually, I met plenty of nice people. But the bad ones seem to stand out.
Fuck merch. It was chaos in the little room, so I left after having waited several minutes just to find out that no sizes were left and the posters, that I didn't know about, were sold out too. BUMMER EXTREME.
But you know... I will be seeing Brand New again on Saturday. This time in Charlotte, North Carolina. So this isn't the last of me, you angry people who skip over my posts in your friends pages! GUAHHAH. By the way, it'd be nice if you replied every once and a while. I do make these entries for a reason. Ahem.
And oh yeah, I have a few sound recordings as well, but I'll wait until I get some from Charlotte too and I'll just post those all at once. If you want them badly enough, that is...
If you are already a fan of Brand New, I salute you.
For those of you that aren't, I pity.
So far, my summer has been immaculate. :)