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i got crabs at the fall out boy show
Nov. 23rd, 2007 11:53 amAt the moment, I'm listening to some of the bands I'm going to see tonight, and I might sorta be in love with World/Inferno Friendship Society. We'll see how they are live, but their music is a TON of fun!
Anyway. There was more Fall Out Boy on Wednesday night!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sister_wolf, leighblack and I left town on Wednesday morning; okay drive, except for the part where the heavens opened and started spitting white stuff about an hour outside of Cedar Rapids. Yay, welcome to winter. One more logistical problem to being in Cedar Rapids - apparently, a water main broke in town on Wednesday, so the whole city was on boil orders. This necessitated things like buying a bottle of water out of a vending machine so we could brush our teeth before bed, and the bar we hung out at serving soda only out of cans. So, if I get dysentery from washing my hands or something, blame Iowa.
So, the whole arena was general admission. I'm not sure whose bright idea this is, but we'll blame Pete, since that's what one does when FOB is involved. ;) I mean, the US Cellular Center is small and all, but forcing everyone to run for spots? Not very cool, with this crowd. The floor actually scared the shit out of me, watching it from above. (For this, we can also blame Pete, for real. Stay tuned.) When we walked into the building, the line wasn't that bad. We decided to fortify ourselves with alcohol and food from the bar downstairs, so we left. An hour later ... the line was INSANE. I sorta freaked out a little, because lines and I aren't very good friends, but we eventually got in and sat down in the upper level - not my first choice, but the arena wasn't set up very well in the seats. I ended up being somewhat zen about it - we could see just fine, and it was nice and low-key up where we were. And, at least we weren't getting killed on the floor. Advantages all around!
We amused ourselves during the opening acts by trying to get text messages on the big screen. Apparently, they were censoring any mention of furries out. But, we did get them to display "we respect you Patrick!!" several times, which made a nice counterpoint to the nine million "ZOMG I LUV U PETE!!1!!!1" messages. Hee! Leigh also made with the random Journey lyrics, which is never a bad idea. :) There was also a couple of trips to the merch booth. I ended up with the purple shirt with crabs, which I was doubtful about when I first saw it, but as it turns out is pretty cute! I was also interested in the pink "long live the car crash hearts" shirt, but Alex got that one, and it's bad for people who live together to also have the same clothing. ;)
Therefore, I don't have much commentary on the opening acts. I pretty much ignored Cute Is What We Aim For entirely. The Plain White T's are good - I'd see them play their own show, probably - but Leigh is right when she pegs them as a total one hit wonder. They'll appear on a VH1 countdown sometime five years from now, mark my words. Gym Class Heroes were once again entertaining - thank you, Travis, for substituting a speech about how cool parents are to bring their kids to shows like this for the one you made in Chicago about your foot fetish. And, there was once again Patrick during "Clothes Off", which is all I ask. :)
FOB ... you know, Pete's not as entertaining when he's hobbled. The one-foot bounce is kind of fun, but mostly, he's not the one you watch when he's not moving around all over the place. It was nice to see Patrick from in front, because watching him rock out when he doesn't have to be at the mic is fantastic. But, mostly, Joe was the one keeping my attention - hard not to look at him, when he's the one running back and forth, headbanging and encouraging the audience and everything.
(However! Watching Joe most of the night made me realize exactly how many of the major guitar parts are actually played by Patrick - sometimes, when something that resembled a guitar solo would hit, I'd be watching Joe, and realize halfway in that he wasn't the one playing it. It was interesting.)
(Meanwhile, after the show: Leigh: "Does Pete actually know how to play bass? Because I know enough bass players to know that you don't actually strum a bass." Alex: "Um, well ..." Me: "Not really, no. Pete's usually mostly there for screaming and crowd control.")
I was a little surprised at Pete, actually - knowing that he usually is the first one to tell an unruly pit crowd to back the hell up and let people breathe, I wasn't expecting him to send one of his friends into the crowd to start a circle pit. That pit crowd was already scary - they were pulling fainting girls out just one song into CIWWAF's set, and they didn't stop all night. So, getting an actual mosh pit started around all the 13-year-old girls? Not the best idea, dude. Perhaps the secret show this week made him nostalgic for the old days or something? Who knows, but I was once again triply glad we were lounging up in seats.
Same set list as usual, nothing big or different to report about the show. I got a bunch of videos, that appear to be pretty good despite being taken from high above! This includes "Mr. Brightside", because I'm dorky enough to want footage of the kiss. :) YouTube goodness to come later, after everything's converted and uploaded. It was, all in all, a great time - we danced in our seats, we sang, we laughed, we didn't drink the water. And then, we drove home yesterday and made like Thanksgiving zombies. Good times!
Anyway. There was more Fall Out Boy on Wednesday night!
sister_wolf, leighblack and I left town on Wednesday morning; okay drive, except for the part where the heavens opened and started spitting white stuff about an hour outside of Cedar Rapids. Yay, welcome to winter. One more logistical problem to being in Cedar Rapids - apparently, a water main broke in town on Wednesday, so the whole city was on boil orders. This necessitated things like buying a bottle of water out of a vending machine so we could brush our teeth before bed, and the bar we hung out at serving soda only out of cans. So, if I get dysentery from washing my hands or something, blame Iowa.So, the whole arena was general admission. I'm not sure whose bright idea this is, but we'll blame Pete, since that's what one does when FOB is involved. ;) I mean, the US Cellular Center is small and all, but forcing everyone to run for spots? Not very cool, with this crowd. The floor actually scared the shit out of me, watching it from above. (For this, we can also blame Pete, for real. Stay tuned.) When we walked into the building, the line wasn't that bad. We decided to fortify ourselves with alcohol and food from the bar downstairs, so we left. An hour later ... the line was INSANE. I sorta freaked out a little, because lines and I aren't very good friends, but we eventually got in and sat down in the upper level - not my first choice, but the arena wasn't set up very well in the seats. I ended up being somewhat zen about it - we could see just fine, and it was nice and low-key up where we were. And, at least we weren't getting killed on the floor. Advantages all around!
We amused ourselves during the opening acts by trying to get text messages on the big screen. Apparently, they were censoring any mention of furries out. But, we did get them to display "we respect you Patrick!!" several times, which made a nice counterpoint to the nine million "ZOMG I LUV U PETE!!1!!!1" messages. Hee! Leigh also made with the random Journey lyrics, which is never a bad idea. :) There was also a couple of trips to the merch booth. I ended up with the purple shirt with crabs, which I was doubtful about when I first saw it, but as it turns out is pretty cute! I was also interested in the pink "long live the car crash hearts" shirt, but Alex got that one, and it's bad for people who live together to also have the same clothing. ;)
Therefore, I don't have much commentary on the opening acts. I pretty much ignored Cute Is What We Aim For entirely. The Plain White T's are good - I'd see them play their own show, probably - but Leigh is right when she pegs them as a total one hit wonder. They'll appear on a VH1 countdown sometime five years from now, mark my words. Gym Class Heroes were once again entertaining - thank you, Travis, for substituting a speech about how cool parents are to bring their kids to shows like this for the one you made in Chicago about your foot fetish. And, there was once again Patrick during "Clothes Off", which is all I ask. :)
FOB ... you know, Pete's not as entertaining when he's hobbled. The one-foot bounce is kind of fun, but mostly, he's not the one you watch when he's not moving around all over the place. It was nice to see Patrick from in front, because watching him rock out when he doesn't have to be at the mic is fantastic. But, mostly, Joe was the one keeping my attention - hard not to look at him, when he's the one running back and forth, headbanging and encouraging the audience and everything.
(However! Watching Joe most of the night made me realize exactly how many of the major guitar parts are actually played by Patrick - sometimes, when something that resembled a guitar solo would hit, I'd be watching Joe, and realize halfway in that he wasn't the one playing it. It was interesting.)
(Meanwhile, after the show: Leigh: "Does Pete actually know how to play bass? Because I know enough bass players to know that you don't actually strum a bass." Alex: "Um, well ..." Me: "Not really, no. Pete's usually mostly there for screaming and crowd control.")
I was a little surprised at Pete, actually - knowing that he usually is the first one to tell an unruly pit crowd to back the hell up and let people breathe, I wasn't expecting him to send one of his friends into the crowd to start a circle pit. That pit crowd was already scary - they were pulling fainting girls out just one song into CIWWAF's set, and they didn't stop all night. So, getting an actual mosh pit started around all the 13-year-old girls? Not the best idea, dude. Perhaps the secret show this week made him nostalgic for the old days or something? Who knows, but I was once again triply glad we were lounging up in seats.
Same set list as usual, nothing big or different to report about the show. I got a bunch of videos, that appear to be pretty good despite being taken from high above! This includes "Mr. Brightside", because I'm dorky enough to want footage of the kiss. :) YouTube goodness to come later, after everything's converted and uploaded. It was, all in all, a great time - we danced in our seats, we sang, we laughed, we didn't drink the water. And then, we drove home yesterday and made like Thanksgiving zombies. Good times!
