Today in my food technology class, it is required that we take for graduation foundations of tech, which is shop and food tech or keyboarding, it was horrible. We had to take a cliche phrase and rewrite it so that it wasn't cliche but meant the same thing. A girl in my group chose once in a blue moon. She rewrote it "Twice in a pink sun." Yeah she did. the sun is pink every fucking day. she is suck a fucking dunce. ahhhh my class isnothing but stupid people. they are all stupid. all of them. they can't read. the other girl in my group said, "once in a blue moon, like when i read a book!" damn. just damn. what a dumbass. these people. they are all going no where in their lives. it is sad.
I stayed up last night until 12:37am to watch the Foo on Leno. They rocked like always. I won tickets to a Foo show on Halloween last year. It was in New York City at the Supper Club, max capacity 500. It was the best time of my life. The radio station i won the tickets from drove my cousin, myself and about 10 other from Washington DC to NYC, in a pimped out Excursion. I wrote out a long account of the entire thing right after it happened:
I was eating dinner and it was too quiet, so I thought about turning on the radio. Then I didn’t for a few minutes because I thought it might piss off my parents. I ended up doing it anyway a few seconds later. A commercial came on about their contest (99.1 WHFS), hear two Foo songs and call to win tickets. I heard the first song, “Everlong”, and I was like, hey dad, maybe they’ll play another. So I got the phone and put the radio station on speed dial. Then I heard the first second of “All My Life” and hit the speed dial. I handed the phone to my dad because I wasn’t sure if I was old enough to accept the prize. He called and got a busy signal something like 5 times before it started to ring. Then my dad was talking like he was answering the questions they normally ask when you win, like what’s your name, how ya doing, where you from and blah blah. I was jumping up and down in excitement. Then I thought maybe he was kidding. I got down on my knees beside the fridge and laid my forehead on the linoleum floor. He promised he wasn’t kidding.
Next I had to decide whom to take with me. It was a trip to New York City in a Lincoln Navigator Limo to see the Foo Fighters. The first person I thought of was my sister, Heidi. We do a lot of stuff together, she loves the Foo and we’d gone to an Incubus concert together the month before. Seemed perfect. I called her and asked if she wanted to go. Of course she wanted to go, but she had to work. So, then I called my cousin Stephen. We talk and do stuff together all the time, he loves the Foo and we were going to a Sigur Rós concert on November 4. When I asked him he freaked out. He thought I was lying, but I would never lie about something like that. Of course he wanted to go, and he agreed. I hung up the phone and plans were set.
The next two days were full of building anticipation. When I came to school in the morning the first person I told was my friend Sasha. She’s my only friend that likes the Foo, and honestly, she’d have been my next choice if my cousin couldn’t have gone.
The rest of the day, and the following were very hard to get through, but I made it.
Then came Thursday, October 31, 2002. I went to school like normal, except, today would be no normal day. I left at 11am, during English. We were telling ghost stories in groups as a little creative assignment before lunch. I was called down to the office, as my Aunt, my cousin’s mom, was picking me up. I went down and we left for Washington DC to catch our ride to NYC. On the way down, we stopped at the Sbarro at the rest stop and go pizza for lunch.
We finally arrived in Washington DC at about 1pm. We found the radio station building and checked in. Stephen and were put in the station break room to wait for the limo to arrive. We waited until about 2:30pm with a few of the other people on the trip. They were…..um….interesting to say the least. Two of them brought a bottle of Jim Beam and were sharing that with everyone. I did not partake in the festivities and neither did Stephen.
At about 2:30pm the limo arrived. Only, there wasn’t quite enough room. Two people had to ride in the Excursion that was following the limo. We were nominated because we were the youngest and the adults wanted to drink. We went to the Excursion with no complaint. It was much nicer. It had TV’s, a DVD player; it was armored, and oh was it comfy. There was more than enough room. In the Excursion was the driver, two guys from the station and Stephen and I. They were very friendly. The one guy, Danny, told us his story of when he met Dave Grohl. Wow. If only I…………….
Back to the story at hand. On the way, we watched Monsters Inc. and Big Trouble. Monsters Inc. I’d seen before but it was still funny nonetheless. Big Trouble sucked and was only slightly amusing. Alas, we had to do something for the 4-hour drive.
The time seemed to creep by, but we eventually made it to NYC, with only two stops along the way for the limo drunks to use the rest rooms.
Not soon enough, we arrived in New York City, The Big Apple. The first street we drove into on was lined with porn shops and such. Oh and a Ben and Jerry’s. We didn’t dive very far until we entered Time Square. It is spectacular with lights and people and stores. It is magical; the city is so big. We stopped out front of the Supper Club, where the show was to be held. It was 7:30 and the doors did not open until 8pm.
But first we had other priorities. Bathroom break. We went into a diner right across the street, but there was no public restroom. We ventured on to the one assured place that’d have available bathrooms. McDonalds. We went in, did our thing then left. By the time we walked to the bathroom, called our parents and got back to the club it was 7:50-ish. We got in line and waited for them to let us in.
Actually, we accidentally cut in line. We walked up and got in line, unknowing that the other half of the line was about 20 ft behind us. Three guys had just entered the line right before us, so we had no clue. A guy who worked at the club came up to them and asked them if they cut in line, in a way that let on that he knew they did, but they would not be made to move anyway. Stephen and I laughed at our little act and stayed at our stolen spot in line. I wasn’t about to move now.
Then they started to let people in. At the door we were patted down for security reasons and allowed to enter. There was a stand selling shirts, hats and stickers ahead. We entered the club area. It was a small place, maximum capacity 500. At the front was the stage and on either side were two huge speakers. A DJ was spinning. We decided to get merch before the show because we knew there’d be a crowd later. I got a shirt and Stephen got a beanie. After that, we went back into the club area to claim our spots on the floor.
In front of us was a tall guy with devil horns. He was wearing a Cheerios shirt as well. He was showing people the FF tattoo on his back. It was a circle about 3 inches in diameter, orange with the FF symbol in black. Impressive act of fanaticism I should say. A few weeks later I saw him on the Howard Stern Radio show when Dave and Taylor were on, the only reason I watched the stupid show. He farted Nirvana tunes for them. Dave was unimpressed and seemed disgusted. He said, “His boyfriend must be happy.”
Then, at around 9:15, the main event. The Foo Fighters entered the stage. Oh was it a spectacle. They were dressed as The Hives for Halloween. They played for us “Hate to Say I Told You So.” Dave had a dead on impression of the guy from the Hives. Nate wore a mustache and wig like their bassist. Oh was it a site. After that, they played their own tunes, starting with, of course, “All My Life.” Followed by “Breakout,” “My Hero,” “Generator,” and “Learn to Fly.” After those, they played one of my favorite songs off on One By One, “Have It All.” Next was Dave’s favorite songs (which he pointed out before they played it) and one of mine, “Times Like These.” Following that was “for All The Cows.” Some people brought inflatable cows and one got thrown on stage. Dave picked it up and serenaded it. It was quite magical indeed. The song that proceeded the preceding was “Stacked Actors.” It was interrupted by an impromptu (?) performance of part of Queen’s “We Will Rock You.” Then they finished off the song. Next they played “Hey, Johnny Park!,” another one of my favorites (but who can really choose), “Low,” and closed with “Monkey Wrench.”
But of course, like all devoted bands do, they came back for an encore. Only, with a guest. Fred Schnieder. Yes, the guy from the B-52’s. They did a cover (does it count as a cover if one of the original band members is there?) of “Planet Claire,” which I enjoyed. The final closing song was the oh how so appropriate, “Everlong.”
All in all, the show rocked. It was my first really rockin’, moshin’, and jumpin’ kind of dealy. I got stepped on. I stepped on people. I smelled some people rockin’ the herb. I almost got kicked in the head. I was jumping up and down a good 60+% of the time. At one point, some one threw something and it hit Dave in the head. He smiled and did this funny tongue thing and kept playing. The mosh pit decided to form next to us. Stephen protected me from it as best he could. The guys rock so so very well. They are all amazing musicians. No words really do the actual musical performance justice, which is why this section of the account is lacking.
Then, sadly, it was over. A very short hour and a half it was. The shortest of my life perhaps. Stephen and I exited the club, past the long line of people at the merch booth. (HAHA). Our ride was still out front, waiting for us to go back home.
First, we went down the street for some refreshments. My hearing was only slightly muffled. We got a big bottle of water, a soda and some chap stick. We then went to catch our ride. We rode in the limo this time. Half the people were toasted to a burn and the rest were sober. They were so annoying. We had some chips, that the station provided, and chatted about the show and future shows we were going to see and would like to see, and other random stuff.
Pretty soon after we departed, we stopped at a gas station. Stephen, another lady from the limo and I went to the bathroom. She was the nicest person on the trip. She was the only normal person there, maybe that’s because she was sober. Then we went back to the vehicle. The rest of the way back we rode in the excursion. One of the guys that rode with us on the way down stayed in the city, so there was an extra seat. Stephen sat up there and stretched out and I lied across the back seat. We listened to the XM satellite radio for a while, some Jim Bruer stand up comedy, which was really funny. But eventually, we all went to sleep.
Stephen awakened me at the rest stop near my house. It was about 2am. We said goodbye and thanked our driver and the guy from the station. Then we went in to call my parents and wait for them to come. Stephen got a burger and fries at Burger King. Mmmmm…….breakfast. I did not get anything. I was content with my sprite and clutching to my brand new Foo shirt. Then my parents got there and we went back to my house. We told them about the show. I was still in a daze. A mix of sleepiness and post-show reminiscence.
When I got home, I immediately went to bed and Stephen crashed on the couch. I had to get up for school in a few hours.
The Supper Club
New York City
October 31, 2002
-Hate To Say I Told So (The Hives cover)
-All My Life
-Learn To Fly
-Have It All
-Times Like These
-For All The Cows
-Stacked Actors (3/4)
-We Will Rock You (part of, Queen cover)
-Stacked Actors (end)
-Hey, Johnny Park
Planet Claire (B-52’s cover with Fred Schneider)
I felt the need to share all this. greatgreat. i'll have to dig up my dj entry formt he day after the Incubus concert i went to. maybe tomorrow! the other great show i went to was Sigur Ros back in November. that was so amazingly indescribable. The most beautiful music i have heard in my entire life. the mixture of the sound and lights and atmosphere made for a surreal and wonderful experience. I never wrote any entries or narratives about it though. i could never find the right words except that it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. $35 for a life changing show. wow. cheap cheap.
speaking of rocking out, the world air guitar championships. yes, air guitar. this is hilarious.
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