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So, for those of you wondering where I was last night, I'll need to to put these four words in the order they seem to fit best:
Than
Atlanta
Jake
Less
That's right, boys and girls, LTJ were at a club in Hotlanta, and me, Bink and Wood got tickets.
We drove down there, found the club in a particularly seedy area in Atlanta about an hour before the doors opened, and waited in line with a ton of chunky little Good Charlotte bastards for like an hour (it was an all-ages show...which sorta sucked), then got in. And we were at the very fucking front.
About 8:00, the first band, a terrible band, took the stage. After their set, the crowd started pushing. Hard. Wood kept bitching about it. He's been to way harder shows, and said "If these little shits wanna push, then go to the fucking pit. If you got here first, you're in the front. If you didn't, you fucking deal." And these littlt shits wouldn't stop pushing. I was getting mashed into a huge, wall of fucking 2x4's about 3 or four feet high. In order to maintain my spot, I had to keep my hips and shoulders perpendicular to the wood, and when the crowd surged, I had to bend over the damn thing, since I couldn't stand straight, and crane my neck upwards. And during the third act, this fat, lesbian who we'll call Pushy Bitch elbowed the hell out of Wood till he pushed over. Then tried scoffing at the kids doing it, and smoked in my goddamn face. Several times, we told her to fuck off, but she refused to leave. Eventually, she left because her boy-companion couldn't handle it. I was burning like hell. Hot as 8 bitches on a bitch boat. Crushed like a banana in a vise, but I stayed my ground. Unlike the other front row pussies who kept yielding to the bitches pushing, I stayed my ground just left of center.
Dudes were crowd surfing, even. Binky, sick of being crushed, abandoned us in the third band, and apparently went crowd surfing, but went to the other side of the stage, so we didn't see him.
LTJ took the stage about 10:00. It was amazing. Their opening song, fucking "How's My Driving Doug Hastings" which is one fof the first songs of theirs we ever listened. It was awesome. I was headbanging, singing along as loud as I could, unable to jump because of the wooden barrier. We went nuts as hell. Reaching up, getting high fives from most of the band, getting drenching in water from the bouncers and roadies. They played almost exclusively stuff from their old records, almost nothing for these little bitches who only have Anthem.
At one point, the guitarist (Chris), says "Our label is having us make a new record. They wanted us to do an emo album." The whole crowd booed, the vast majority unaware that the trash they listen to IS emo. "So, we wrote only ska songs. And we're gonna play a couple!" Me and Wood went fucking nuts.
At one point, the saxophonist (JR), went backstage and scooped up like two t-shirts, hurling one deep into the crowd, and one just to a bunch of little emp shits to my left. I leapt up, and made this Dwight-Clark-esque grab, reching over all of them and snatching it. Perfect catch. The set was fabulous. Here I was, being crushed, exhausted, wet as hell from sweat, but still singing every fucking word. Awesome. At the end of the set, Chris lobs his pick shallow into the audience, and wouldn't you know it, right into my hands.
It was almost indescribable. The show was amazing.
They told the crowd after the encore they were going to grab a couple drinks downstairs, so me, Wood and Bink decided to head down there, we mingled with a few guys, a couple fellow Sox fans (I WAS wearing my Yankees Suck shirt). At one point, one drunk bitch walks by and goes "Yankees don't suck! YOU suck!" (wow, brilliant...) In perfect Syncronicity, we yelled back "Fuck you!" Fabulous.
We waited for an hour to the point were we were damn near the only ones left, they never showed, we left.
Injuries: Bruised hips, knees, swollen elbows, unbelievably stiff neck, more than likely a good deal of organ damage.
Was it worth it? Fuck yeah.
Than
Atlanta
Jake
Less
That's right, boys and girls, LTJ were at a club in Hotlanta, and me, Bink and Wood got tickets.
We drove down there, found the club in a particularly seedy area in Atlanta about an hour before the doors opened, and waited in line with a ton of chunky little Good Charlotte bastards for like an hour (it was an all-ages show...which sorta sucked), then got in. And we were at the very fucking front.
About 8:00, the first band, a terrible band, took the stage. After their set, the crowd started pushing. Hard. Wood kept bitching about it. He's been to way harder shows, and said "If these little shits wanna push, then go to the fucking pit. If you got here first, you're in the front. If you didn't, you fucking deal." And these littlt shits wouldn't stop pushing. I was getting mashed into a huge, wall of fucking 2x4's about 3 or four feet high. In order to maintain my spot, I had to keep my hips and shoulders perpendicular to the wood, and when the crowd surged, I had to bend over the damn thing, since I couldn't stand straight, and crane my neck upwards. And during the third act, this fat, lesbian who we'll call Pushy Bitch elbowed the hell out of Wood till he pushed over. Then tried scoffing at the kids doing it, and smoked in my goddamn face. Several times, we told her to fuck off, but she refused to leave. Eventually, she left because her boy-companion couldn't handle it. I was burning like hell. Hot as 8 bitches on a bitch boat. Crushed like a banana in a vise, but I stayed my ground. Unlike the other front row pussies who kept yielding to the bitches pushing, I stayed my ground just left of center.
Dudes were crowd surfing, even. Binky, sick of being crushed, abandoned us in the third band, and apparently went crowd surfing, but went to the other side of the stage, so we didn't see him.
LTJ took the stage about 10:00. It was amazing. Their opening song, fucking "How's My Driving Doug Hastings" which is one fof the first songs of theirs we ever listened. It was awesome. I was headbanging, singing along as loud as I could, unable to jump because of the wooden barrier. We went nuts as hell. Reaching up, getting high fives from most of the band, getting drenching in water from the bouncers and roadies. They played almost exclusively stuff from their old records, almost nothing for these little bitches who only have Anthem.
At one point, the guitarist (Chris), says "Our label is having us make a new record. They wanted us to do an emo album." The whole crowd booed, the vast majority unaware that the trash they listen to IS emo. "So, we wrote only ska songs. And we're gonna play a couple!" Me and Wood went fucking nuts.
At one point, the saxophonist (JR), went backstage and scooped up like two t-shirts, hurling one deep into the crowd, and one just to a bunch of little emp shits to my left. I leapt up, and made this Dwight-Clark-esque grab, reching over all of them and snatching it. Perfect catch. The set was fabulous. Here I was, being crushed, exhausted, wet as hell from sweat, but still singing every fucking word. Awesome. At the end of the set, Chris lobs his pick shallow into the audience, and wouldn't you know it, right into my hands.
It was almost indescribable. The show was amazing.
They told the crowd after the encore they were going to grab a couple drinks downstairs, so me, Wood and Bink decided to head down there, we mingled with a few guys, a couple fellow Sox fans (I WAS wearing my Yankees Suck shirt). At one point, one drunk bitch walks by and goes "Yankees don't suck! YOU suck!" (wow, brilliant...) In perfect Syncronicity, we yelled back "Fuck you!" Fabulous.
We waited for an hour to the point were we were damn near the only ones left, they never showed, we left.
Injuries: Bruised hips, knees, swollen elbows, unbelievably stiff neck, more than likely a good deal of organ damage.
Was it worth it? Fuck yeah.