Achtung babies.
Time to rejoice.
Warped Tour was, as always, a good time. It was hot outside, but I only got sun burnt on the back of my legs. Not the entire backs of my legs, just the calves. And not on any other part of my body. Well, my scalp and my ears sort of. I saw the following bands: hellogoodbye, Less Than Jake (because they had entertaining horns and I was intrigued), Buzzcocks, Plain White T's, Moneen (they weren't very good live), Zox, Armor for Sleep, Saves the Day, and Thursday. Senses Fail =
. Also... Every Time I Die... I pretty much wanted to die every time that guy opened his mouth. I was standing at the stage beside their stage, patiently waiting for my precious Buzzcocks to appear, not wanting to move and lose my awesomely close spot... and as a result, I was subjected to some really annoying music. (Note: If you like Senses Fail or Every Time I Die, that's great. I don't really care because regardless, they were terrible on that particular day at that particular time.)
During the Buzzcocks set (which was AMAZING), a guy that was crowd surfing was brought to the front of the crowd because he was having a seizure. I don't know what was the matter with him (at first I thought he maybe broke his neck and was going into shock), but because I was in the front row, I saw everything: him shaking and rolling his eyes around, the security guards and first aid personnel checking his pulse, his friend nearly crying at the side of the stage... and finally, the security and first aid carrying him off. I really hope he was all right. Charlotte (also known as Sara) said that she saw one of the security guards mouth, "He's okay," to someone else, so hopefully he really was okay. I couldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of the day.
On a lighter note, the best part of the experience was hanging out with the Buzzcocks. If you don't realize how influential and grand the Buzzcocks are, do a little research and then re-read this sentence: I HUNG OUT WITH THE BUZZCOCKS. It all started with me spotting them talking to a fan. I went up to them and asked if I could have a picture with them. Then Pete, the lead singer, said, "Of course! But we're going to the press booth now, so you should follow us! It's going to be a party!" So, Jezz, Shannon, Charlotte and I followed them around for about ten minutes looking for the press booth. During this time, Steve Diggle, the adorable guitarist, had many conversations with Jezz while I followed closely behind, and Pete took a shine to Shannon and they lagged behind a bit talking about random things and laughing. We cut through many lines and Steve would say, "Excuse me, it's an emergency, please let the girls through..." It was so great! I felt like an entourage. Finally we found the press booth, and we got special treatment: They let us sit beside them as they autographed our magazines, and they all shook our hands and learned our named and made jokes. The drummer apologized to Shannon for being drunk. Then we took a picture with Pete and Steve. They were the sweetest people. When I shook Pete's hand, he didn't let go for awhile! I was wondering if I was ever going to get my hand back.
But anyway. The point is, everyone should be jealous that I spent such a long time with one of punk music's best musical acts.
Saves the Day rocked. Also, Chris from Saves the Day is so adorable...
Sure, he has gotten a little chunkier, but that only adds to the appeal.
The crowd surfing during Thursday was nearing unbearable and I injured my elbow on the guard rails.
Every time I've been to Warped Tour, this Zox band has been there, but this year I actually got to hear them play, and I really liked them.
So, if you want to see more pictures, go here.
In other news, my parents signed a lease for a house located just a few streets away from where I currently reside. If everything pans out, I will be moving around the first week of July. I really need to get crackin' on the packin'. I don't want to put all of my eggs in one basket, but I am very excited to move. Likewise, it's strange, because I'm also rather melancholic. This is my childhood home. I am leaving it in less than a month. It's a very surreal feeling to me. Maybe no one out there understands exactly what I mean, but this house has been my life... every day of my life up until this point. Every memory of my childhood is linked to this house or my grandparents' house. To leave it means to start over. Sure, I have not always preferred it. It's cluttered at times and over the years, the cats have demolished almost everything. But it's my home... and moving is, to say the least, difficult.
Un-related in nature entirely: I have been watching "The Drug Years" documentary on VH1. Heroin is fucking bad, messed-up shit. If you do heroin, I do not want to be your friend. I don't care how nice you are. How many kittens you own or how great your taste in music is or how polite and well-groomed you seem. How clean you keep your car. How great you look in a vintage t-shirt. I will not associate with you. Call me cruel and unreasonable, but if you stake that poison into your veins on a daily basis, you need to find a new God. No problem is worth heroin. I don't even joke about this matter. Please, smoke pot. Smoke all the damn pot in the world. I will find you some pot and personally harvest it myself for you. I'll even go the extra mile to roll your joints and provide you with the latest in pipe innovation. Heroin is the devil incarnate.
I am running out of things to say but I don't want to end the entry on the heroin thing, so I'll make something up.
Today I bought a ceramic pig and named it Larry.
(Remember, that didn't really happen, I just made it up to leave you with something cheerier than the heroin rant.)
EDIT: The 20th of June marks the six-year anniversary of my first INXS album purchase. Actually, I bought Shabooh Shoobah and KICK at the same time. But anywho. HOORAH FOR INXS!
Time to rejoice.
Warped Tour was, as always, a good time. It was hot outside, but I only got sun burnt on the back of my legs. Not the entire backs of my legs, just the calves. And not on any other part of my body. Well, my scalp and my ears sort of. I saw the following bands: hellogoodbye, Less Than Jake (because they had entertaining horns and I was intrigued), Buzzcocks, Plain White T's, Moneen (they weren't very good live), Zox, Armor for Sleep, Saves the Day, and Thursday. Senses Fail =
. Also... Every Time I Die... I pretty much wanted to die every time that guy opened his mouth. I was standing at the stage beside their stage, patiently waiting for my precious Buzzcocks to appear, not wanting to move and lose my awesomely close spot... and as a result, I was subjected to some really annoying music. (Note: If you like Senses Fail or Every Time I Die, that's great. I don't really care because regardless, they were terrible on that particular day at that particular time.) During the Buzzcocks set (which was AMAZING), a guy that was crowd surfing was brought to the front of the crowd because he was having a seizure. I don't know what was the matter with him (at first I thought he maybe broke his neck and was going into shock), but because I was in the front row, I saw everything: him shaking and rolling his eyes around, the security guards and first aid personnel checking his pulse, his friend nearly crying at the side of the stage... and finally, the security and first aid carrying him off. I really hope he was all right. Charlotte (also known as Sara) said that she saw one of the security guards mouth, "He's okay," to someone else, so hopefully he really was okay. I couldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of the day.
On a lighter note, the best part of the experience was hanging out with the Buzzcocks. If you don't realize how influential and grand the Buzzcocks are, do a little research and then re-read this sentence: I HUNG OUT WITH THE BUZZCOCKS. It all started with me spotting them talking to a fan. I went up to them and asked if I could have a picture with them. Then Pete, the lead singer, said, "Of course! But we're going to the press booth now, so you should follow us! It's going to be a party!" So, Jezz, Shannon, Charlotte and I followed them around for about ten minutes looking for the press booth. During this time, Steve Diggle, the adorable guitarist, had many conversations with Jezz while I followed closely behind, and Pete took a shine to Shannon and they lagged behind a bit talking about random things and laughing. We cut through many lines and Steve would say, "Excuse me, it's an emergency, please let the girls through..." It was so great! I felt like an entourage. Finally we found the press booth, and we got special treatment: They let us sit beside them as they autographed our magazines, and they all shook our hands and learned our named and made jokes. The drummer apologized to Shannon for being drunk. Then we took a picture with Pete and Steve. They were the sweetest people. When I shook Pete's hand, he didn't let go for awhile! I was wondering if I was ever going to get my hand back.
But anyway. The point is, everyone should be jealous that I spent such a long time with one of punk music's best musical acts.Saves the Day rocked. Also, Chris from Saves the Day is so adorable...
Sure, he has gotten a little chunkier, but that only adds to the appeal.The crowd surfing during Thursday was nearing unbearable and I injured my elbow on the guard rails.
Every time I've been to Warped Tour, this Zox band has been there, but this year I actually got to hear them play, and I really liked them.
So, if you want to see more pictures, go here.
In other news, my parents signed a lease for a house located just a few streets away from where I currently reside. If everything pans out, I will be moving around the first week of July. I really need to get crackin' on the packin'. I don't want to put all of my eggs in one basket, but I am very excited to move. Likewise, it's strange, because I'm also rather melancholic. This is my childhood home. I am leaving it in less than a month. It's a very surreal feeling to me. Maybe no one out there understands exactly what I mean, but this house has been my life... every day of my life up until this point. Every memory of my childhood is linked to this house or my grandparents' house. To leave it means to start over. Sure, I have not always preferred it. It's cluttered at times and over the years, the cats have demolished almost everything. But it's my home... and moving is, to say the least, difficult.
Un-related in nature entirely: I have been watching "The Drug Years" documentary on VH1. Heroin is fucking bad, messed-up shit. If you do heroin, I do not want to be your friend. I don't care how nice you are. How many kittens you own or how great your taste in music is or how polite and well-groomed you seem. How clean you keep your car. How great you look in a vintage t-shirt. I will not associate with you. Call me cruel and unreasonable, but if you stake that poison into your veins on a daily basis, you need to find a new God. No problem is worth heroin. I don't even joke about this matter. Please, smoke pot. Smoke all the damn pot in the world. I will find you some pot and personally harvest it myself for you. I'll even go the extra mile to roll your joints and provide you with the latest in pipe innovation. Heroin is the devil incarnate.
I am running out of things to say but I don't want to end the entry on the heroin thing, so I'll make something up.
Today I bought a ceramic pig and named it Larry.
(Remember, that didn't really happen, I just made it up to leave you with something cheerier than the heroin rant.)
EDIT: The 20th of June marks the six-year anniversary of my first INXS album purchase. Actually, I bought Shabooh Shoobah and KICK at the same time. But anywho. HOORAH FOR INXS!
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saves the day rules too