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design | host oooohhh.... "SOMEBODY FUCK ME!" Wow... two concert entries in a row. How fucking cool does that make me? Pretty damn fucking cool, kiddies. The fact that Thursday was a school night never mattered to me, and it should not matter to anyone EVER when Green Day is concerned, because IT WAS WORTH IT. It was worth the money i payed for the tickets IN MAY, it was worth the months of anticipation, worth whatever anyone thinks of me for wearing a Green Day shirt every day this week, ( i have at least ten...) it was worth waiting in line for hours, it was worth being jammed up against some random guy the entire time (and it wasn't in a good way like last time...) it was worth every drop of sweat, every dollar spent on t shirts, worth the exhaustion, worth all of the pain, and GOD FUCKING DAMMIT it was more than worth whatever grade on whatever tests i took on friday. I got mom to pick me up early from school on thursday. i just couldn't stand it anymore. We got to the thomas and mack around four. We were about 15th in line. I heard a rumor that the girl in the front waited in line since ten thirty. the time flew by and before we knew it we (we being casey, my mother, my aunt tara, my [very pregnant] aunt alicia, and myself) were inside. casey and i were almost behing the railing. i had my arm there. may i add here that my 5 months pregnant aunt did not enter the "bad" parts of the mosh pit and did take time to sit down between bands. we did it the responsible way. and, before we go any further, i'd like to do a recap of a few breaches of concert ettiquiet. i'll refresh you with the ones i noticed from the cure concert and give you an overview of what i've noticed in my few concert attendances. Jessica's tangent and list of concert NO NO's: + people who make out standing up when the seats are on the lawn. People are sitting. They want to see the band, not you frenching someoene. +people who boo the bands playing. you don't want to see them, leave. +people who do not pay to get in. I'm not talking about getting a free ticket. I'm talking about sneaking in. It's not fair to everyone else... and when you brag about it in the mosh pit, you're likely to get your ass kicked. +people who get drunk and sing out of key +people who crowd surf. i know. it's the "cool thing to do" but it's an attention getting deivice. if you were there for the music, then you could listen to the music and not land on my fucking head. I drop those motherfuckers. plus. the security guards have to get up and catch them, and NO ONE likes their favorite song ruined when the last four chords are obscured by your ass crack and a security guard standing up to catch you. +people who complain about people "pushing" in the mosh pit +girls who flash their tits ===================== sorry i didn't mean for that to go on so long. I should publish a formatted list with detailed explanations for why each thing is inappropriate. ANYWAY. around seven, The Network started to play. There's a myth/rumor going around that The Network is Green Day in disguise. After seeing The Network, i believe this to be true. god. it's so fucking obvious. A normal indie band with a bunch of random guys would not get to play eight songs. And the supposed "feud" between Green Day and The Network is crap... if Green Day REALLY didn't want them to play, it wouldn't happen. Plus. http://www.musicoutfitter.com/store/item/093624884422/moneymoney2020.html they sound exactly like them. Think about it. After the network came Jimmy Eat World. Those boys. those sweet sweet boys. were terrified. absolutely terrified. And the crowd could tell. Jimmy Eat World is fine to listen to alone in your room when you're really really really depressed, or, so happy that depressing music gets you PSYCHED... but live... they need a little self confidance. The guitarist is adorable. he makes... an O face while he does guitar solos. BUt it didn't look like an ... "on purpose" O face... he makes a scared o face. a scared, scared, o face. if anyone catches my sick drift...
. While we're at this nice point in my craziness i would like to state that this was the tamest mosh pit ever. i mean. the fucking network played, and no one was moshing. i had a good six inches of space all the way around me. Then, Jimmy Eat World came on, and their fans seemed like crazy bastards, but no. hardly any movement. LAS VEGAS MOSHES LIKE A BUNCH OF VIRGINS. i said it. what are you going to do, Las Vegas? It's alright. Because while i enjoy the bruises, i'd rather enjoy the music. even though i knew what was going to happen. i was still excited when i knew Green Day was coming. The crew guys climbing the ladders and getting everything ready... the giant pink rabbit getting drunk and stumbling around... so wonderful. and when Blitzkreig bop is over, Green Day comes on!!! the theme to 2001 space oddysee played, and out walked those bad ass motherfuckers to blow the roof off of the thomas and mack. yeah. they played american idiot, jesus of suburbia, holiday, are we the waiting, st. jimmy, LONGVIEW, All by myself, hitchin' a ride, brain stew, jaded, (what else what else) basket case, 2000 lightyears away, knowledge... (i wanted to get on stage. so bad. i made a sign and everything. the sign [which was very pretty] said that it was my third show on that tour, that i play guitar, and then it issued a request that i be permitted to come onstage. i was right in front. if he'd gone to the front searching for guitarists, i would have been chosen. i know it. but he went stage right and chose a 12 year old kid. who is not my hero. and. in ten years... i might want to give that kid a call. because he's going to be one hot motherfucker.) they played SHE, they played minority, they played maria... so many songs. they played king for a day, they played their kickass cover of we are the champions, and did a fucking great cover of 'shout' "Now wayeeyaayyeeeayyeeayyayyyt a miiiiiiinute..." they did boulevard of broken dreams, they must have done others i can't bring to mind... and they closed with Good Riddiance (time of your life.) "BEcause that's how we do it in Las Vegas, baby!" I'm trying to teach my little cousin to freak out on cue. "Now i'm going to need everybody here to FREAK OUT on the count of four. one. two. one two three four..." god. it was just so so so awesome. I get sad everytime i think about it that Andy couldn't make it. even though las vegas moshes like a bunch of virgins and i didn't get to get on stage or touch billie joe's hand and even though i was jammed up against a guy who jumped up and down and almost pulled up my shirt. it was so. so. so. fucking awesome. sunscreen to prevent burns while waiting in line - 6 bucks maybe. t shirt. 25 dollars. tickets. those bad boys were about 45 dollars. being TWO FEET from Billie Joe FUCKING Armstrong, watching him sing, scream, play guitar, squirt you with super soakers, and jam his fucking hand down his fucking pants... well. that's priceless, boys and girls. god i wish i could find a picture of that. speaking of o faces. <---- this one's the best. makes a girl think. oh. it makes a girl think all the wrong things. That's what I call "Hung on a cross." rawr. but now that i don't have a concert to look foreward to... school is going to be a bitch. here we go again, las vegas. let's see who's coming to sin city. |