Go on, go on.
Friday: Student Production. Cute and great twist. Too bad I knew about this twist before the play even started rehearsals. I got teary eyed during "Save Me". Damn you Freddie Mercury and your amazing lyrics. Spider Man 3. Laughed when I wasn't supposed to. Black Spidey=Pete Wentz. End of story.
Saturday: Early morning. Fun drive and getting to FOR REAL meet jess. Changing CDs after one song. Long line but life being good. Butterflies in my stomach. People kept trying to push in front but I was always lurking in the shadows. Typical. Funny/angry dude yelling at Bamboozle workers. "ARE YOU GONNA SING OR WHAT?! GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE! FUCK PEP RALLY!" Scary moms. Fend for yourself. "Are you KIDDING me?!" No, ma'am.
-Boys Like (Fucking) Girls "Oh! I get it."
-Cute is What We Aim For
-Bayside
-Paramore
-Cartel
-Say Anything
-Meg and Dia
-The Almost
-THE HUSH SOUND!
Boys Like Girls were typical dancey fun. Cute..surprised me a lot. I really enjoyed their set and Shaant (with his hair) was actually really good with the audience. I give them a lot of credit for keeping confidence in their tiny, cursed band. I pretty much have gained so much respect for Paramore, it is not even funny. They have incredible talent, and have better stage presence than some bands that are five years older than them. They continually made the audience participate and have fun and even if someone didn't enjoy their music, they had to admire them for putting so much out there and demanding attention. Cartel was still boring and Say Anything was fun. I refuse to say anything more about Cartel. I severely enjoy "honestly" but come on. Quit riding the single train, dudes. Meg and Dia were so cute and did an amazing cover of "no rain." That was the only song I sang along to, and I feel kind of bad for it. But I still nodded my head and danced like a nut to "Monster." Barricade for The Almost. So pumped. Three songs in, adrenaline taking over us and the audience. Too much crowd surfing and moshing for a little space. Barricades enjoy the company of my leg. Thank you, security for doing your job, though. Bandages on my legs and my arms from you. Bandages, bandages, bandageessss (pun intended). Met Aaron and could see that the genuine personality was not just an act. "...and don't let anyone tell you you're not cool enough for myspace. You're all special." He seemed nice but I had nothing to say to him. I was glad to meet such a talent, though. I dealt with thirty minutes of singing robots, but eventually the hush sound blessed me with their presence. They made my night with their cute little selves. I danced like an idiot and made eye contact with Greta, my girl crush. They sounded incredible live. Left when my chem started, but we sang along to "welcome to the black parade" and I ate taylor ham, egg, and cheese and got heartburn.
Sunday: Burned but not broken. The day had finally come. I was drained, sore, and in desperate need of a comfy day. Jeans, "BEAT CENTRAL", and sneakers. I got a confused look from a thirty something dude that only managed to utter "BEAT CENTRAL?!" Good one. Wild crowd-throwing bottles and paper airplanes out of posters. Free shit. Saturday was fun but Sunday was mind blowing.
-Brand New
-Young Love
-THE MATCHES!
-The Devil Wears Prada
-Armor For Sleep
-The Early November
-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Jacks Mannequin
-Taking Back Sunday
Brand New was good. I respect them and the music they create. The whole "you have SO much you could be doing on a Sunday and better things you could spend the money on," thing kinda bummed me out, but whatever. I get their point but sometimes people need an escape. Young Love put on a surprisingly great live show. I danced like moron and sung. I saw the lead singer of Armor on the side, too. Young Love are like panic!-only more talented, and better at live performance. Just sayin'. Let's not even discuss the Matches because I will only pee myself. Three people away from barricade. Cautious about my whereabouts but still sung until I lost my voice. They are performance geniuses. Between their movements, interactions with both the band and audience, and how they all become mentally insane when they perform, I was on cloud 9. They have changed my views a lot on how a live performance SHOULD be. Not to mention, they wear fancy clothes and make the effort to smile at each fan and point at a person they see singing along. That is what makes my heart melt. After the performance we waited for the signing. An act of God made a piece of newspaper fall in my lap. On the other side was an ad for the Matches' album Decomposer. Destiny. I was a tool and told Shawn they were incredible. (note to self: when meeting people you respect, try asking "how are you?") He, of course, said "thank you so much" and he made conversation, asking about the newspaper clipping. I told him my story but still searched like crazy for a name or byline. The Aquarian. Talked to them about Linkin Park. They make me laugh and make me glad that there are still genuine musicians out in the world that don't just care about looking like "bad asses". I can't wait to see them perform again. I urge you to buy their records. URGE. Heard some stuff and stuff. Armor made me smile, but I was sad we couldn't watch them. Another time, another place. Devil Wears Prada was SO GOOD. We sat and watched by the dunking tank. I thought I would hate them live but they actually earned a lot of respect from me. Red Jumpsuit had technical difficulties and I felt bad. They would have been great if it wasn't for the dumb stage. Jack's was an experience: both with the performance and the audience. Some people disappoint me when all they can say is "JACK! YOURE SO HOT!" (his name's not Jack). I saw fucking Taking Back Sunday. The dudes that helped set stage for my interest in this fucked up music. They're actually ehh live. But to be in their environment was in experience in itself. Lazzara puts on a great show by himself, tossing the mic and practically strangling himself with the cord. Good thing I wasn't close, I would continually ask if he was okay. I thought he was drunk, turns out he's edge now. woops. That's what happens when you ask for sing alongs and do it out of tune, silly Lazzara. Saw Jeffree Star. I laughed out loud. Not at him, but all the girls being like "ohmygodjeffreestariloveyouandyournotsogirlyfigure". Two girls literally booked it to go catch her and her friend. People are funny. It's times like those that I enjoy being a people watcher. Left before the Linkin Park fiasco, but kind of regret it now. I also kind of regret thinking that I want to check out their new album too. Hello, eighth grade. Hello, Rockaway. Hello, taylor ham, egg, and cheese. Hello, heartburn pt. 2. Hello, bed.
My bruises are fading, but the memories are still strong. The sunburn is peeling (ew), but the songs are still reeling in my head. I look at the pictures with pride and I laugh at the stories I re-tell. I'm grateful for each opportunity and for the amazing people I have in my life. Although I may not show it, and I may be socially retarded at times, please know that I love each of you so much. You may not know it, but you all helped create who i am today. Sad and deranged? yes. True? yes.
I should really count how many times I said "incredible" and "presence" in this post. mwahah.
Saturday: Early morning. Fun drive and getting to FOR REAL meet jess. Changing CDs after one song. Long line but life being good. Butterflies in my stomach. People kept trying to push in front but I was always lurking in the shadows. Typical. Funny/angry dude yelling at Bamboozle workers. "ARE YOU GONNA SING OR WHAT?! GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE! FUCK PEP RALLY!" Scary moms. Fend for yourself. "Are you KIDDING me?!" No, ma'am.
-Boys Like (Fucking) Girls "Oh! I get it."
-Cute is What We Aim For
-Bayside
-Paramore
-Cartel
-Say Anything
-Meg and Dia
-The Almost
-THE HUSH SOUND!
Boys Like Girls were typical dancey fun. Cute..surprised me a lot. I really enjoyed their set and Shaant (with his hair) was actually really good with the audience. I give them a lot of credit for keeping confidence in their tiny, cursed band. I pretty much have gained so much respect for Paramore, it is not even funny. They have incredible talent, and have better stage presence than some bands that are five years older than them. They continually made the audience participate and have fun and even if someone didn't enjoy their music, they had to admire them for putting so much out there and demanding attention. Cartel was still boring and Say Anything was fun. I refuse to say anything more about Cartel. I severely enjoy "honestly" but come on. Quit riding the single train, dudes. Meg and Dia were so cute and did an amazing cover of "no rain." That was the only song I sang along to, and I feel kind of bad for it. But I still nodded my head and danced like a nut to "Monster." Barricade for The Almost. So pumped. Three songs in, adrenaline taking over us and the audience. Too much crowd surfing and moshing for a little space. Barricades enjoy the company of my leg. Thank you, security for doing your job, though. Bandages on my legs and my arms from you. Bandages, bandages, bandageessss (pun intended). Met Aaron and could see that the genuine personality was not just an act. "...and don't let anyone tell you you're not cool enough for myspace. You're all special." He seemed nice but I had nothing to say to him. I was glad to meet such a talent, though. I dealt with thirty minutes of singing robots, but eventually the hush sound blessed me with their presence. They made my night with their cute little selves. I danced like an idiot and made eye contact with Greta, my girl crush. They sounded incredible live. Left when my chem started, but we sang along to "welcome to the black parade" and I ate taylor ham, egg, and cheese and got heartburn.
Sunday: Burned but not broken. The day had finally come. I was drained, sore, and in desperate need of a comfy day. Jeans, "BEAT CENTRAL", and sneakers. I got a confused look from a thirty something dude that only managed to utter "BEAT CENTRAL?!" Good one. Wild crowd-throwing bottles and paper airplanes out of posters. Free shit. Saturday was fun but Sunday was mind blowing.
-Brand New
-Young Love
-THE MATCHES!
-The Devil Wears Prada
-Armor For Sleep
-The Early November
-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Jacks Mannequin
-Taking Back Sunday
Brand New was good. I respect them and the music they create. The whole "you have SO much you could be doing on a Sunday and better things you could spend the money on," thing kinda bummed me out, but whatever. I get their point but sometimes people need an escape. Young Love put on a surprisingly great live show. I danced like moron and sung. I saw the lead singer of Armor on the side, too. Young Love are like panic!-only more talented, and better at live performance. Just sayin'. Let's not even discuss the Matches because I will only pee myself. Three people away from barricade. Cautious about my whereabouts but still sung until I lost my voice. They are performance geniuses. Between their movements, interactions with both the band and audience, and how they all become mentally insane when they perform, I was on cloud 9. They have changed my views a lot on how a live performance SHOULD be. Not to mention, they wear fancy clothes and make the effort to smile at each fan and point at a person they see singing along. That is what makes my heart melt. After the performance we waited for the signing. An act of God made a piece of newspaper fall in my lap. On the other side was an ad for the Matches' album Decomposer. Destiny. I was a tool and told Shawn they were incredible. (note to self: when meeting people you respect, try asking "how are you?") He, of course, said "thank you so much" and he made conversation, asking about the newspaper clipping. I told him my story but still searched like crazy for a name or byline. The Aquarian. Talked to them about Linkin Park. They make me laugh and make me glad that there are still genuine musicians out in the world that don't just care about looking like "bad asses". I can't wait to see them perform again. I urge you to buy their records. URGE. Heard some stuff and stuff. Armor made me smile, but I was sad we couldn't watch them. Another time, another place. Devil Wears Prada was SO GOOD. We sat and watched by the dunking tank. I thought I would hate them live but they actually earned a lot of respect from me. Red Jumpsuit had technical difficulties and I felt bad. They would have been great if it wasn't for the dumb stage. Jack's was an experience: both with the performance and the audience. Some people disappoint me when all they can say is "JACK! YOURE SO HOT!" (his name's not Jack). I saw fucking Taking Back Sunday. The dudes that helped set stage for my interest in this fucked up music. They're actually ehh live. But to be in their environment was in experience in itself. Lazzara puts on a great show by himself, tossing the mic and practically strangling himself with the cord. Good thing I wasn't close, I would continually ask if he was okay. I thought he was drunk, turns out he's edge now. woops. That's what happens when you ask for sing alongs and do it out of tune, silly Lazzara. Saw Jeffree Star. I laughed out loud. Not at him, but all the girls being like "ohmygodjeffreestariloveyouandyournotsogirlyfigure". Two girls literally booked it to go catch her and her friend. People are funny. It's times like those that I enjoy being a people watcher. Left before the Linkin Park fiasco, but kind of regret it now. I also kind of regret thinking that I want to check out their new album too. Hello, eighth grade. Hello, Rockaway. Hello, taylor ham, egg, and cheese. Hello, heartburn pt. 2. Hello, bed.
My bruises are fading, but the memories are still strong. The sunburn is peeling (ew), but the songs are still reeling in my head. I look at the pictures with pride and I laugh at the stories I re-tell. I'm grateful for each opportunity and for the amazing people I have in my life. Although I may not show it, and I may be socially retarded at times, please know that I love each of you so much. You may not know it, but you all helped create who i am today. Sad and deranged? yes. True? yes.
I should really count how many times I said "incredible" and "presence" in this post. mwahah.