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"The Pros And Cons Of Breathing" fall out boy |
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Awwww. The concert was adore! The first band was certainly an assmuncher. Hawthorne Heights I've heard in the forms of Taking Back Sunday and a billion other bands, but "Ohio Is For Lovers" is a cute song. All-American Rejects were fine, but not too spectacular. "Move Along" sucked live, so I was like, "What?!!" So did "Swing, Swing". They played a really short set.
Nikke and I walked over to Station Square on that bridge and met the drum tech for Fall Out Boy, a kid from a band from Boston who's playing here on Monday. He annoyed me. He had no couth. So we waited forever to get in line because I didn't realize it was for the concert - but it definitely was. It stretched beyond the Grand Concourse, at the end of that little strip. Bummer, but in the end it didn't matter one bit. My baby cousin Kayla (who's 14 and in that pseudo-alternative-preppy stage of every 21st century adolescent's life) came, with my foster cousin Adrianna, her friend Heather (? maybe) and this boy Tim who I'd met before. One of the first things she asked me was, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" I'm like FUCK YES I MIND YOU KNOW SO MUCH BETTER AND YOU THINK YOU'RE CHOOSING IT BUT YOU'RE NOT. But what I said was (because dude was like "She'll tell on you"), I said "Uh, I won't tell on you. And I can't stop you, but I'm disappointed." And she didn't smoke, at least not until she was out of my sight. I was happy as hell for that. Nikke called me a douchebag for saying that, but I was like, no. Uh-uh. That is my baby cousin. She's not a fucking dumbass and she's not going to become one, not in front of me. At least I'm still an influence on her. Little bitch.
We stood in the RAIN. It was pouring! Kayla and Adrianna ran off under shelters (they're young and still have tons of energy, and last night I realized that's something none of us have anymore), but me and Nikke just stood there in the rain and talked. Tons, tons of little kids. Parents. It was so weird to go to a concert and be one of the oldest ones there - a high school senior - instead of one of the youngest at an indie show.
We ate dinner. We went over to a bench in the corner of the Chevy Amp with our food, wiped off the rain-soaked benches, and ate. I was tired, even though I hadn't done anything all day. When the rain had stopped but we were still in line waiting to get in, we both agreed that we were ready to go home after all that standing in the rain. When we went to see Mates Of State in Cleveland, which started at 9 o'clock at-freaking-night, it was MURDER getting through the first opener then Maria Taylor. We were fucking famished, for one thing, and when me and Sara went to the bar to get water, I didn't want to do the 'hey right here' thing and got so pissed off that they weren't paying attention that I almost burst into tears. But then, of course, when MoS did come on, they were fantastic and I never wanted it to end. Gawd I love them!
We sat through From First To Last, which were a gay-ass I mean shitty-ass, like, pseudo-hardcore piece of shit band (we ate while they were playing), then Hawthorne Heights, which I summed up before. Blahhh. Dude and I set up shop a few feet from the center stage controls thing, right in the center, with a pretty good view of the stage. It was a nice spot. There were some fuckin' weird-ass people around us - this totally wasted guy, these huge 15, 16-year-olds with horse teeth (think Rachel Cole, Woodland Hillsers) who kept screaming (and knew all the words to Hawthorne Heights, AAR, and FOB - I shudder), and just gaggles and gaggles of junior high and lowerclassmenandwemyn. (Not so much the men, really.)
Fall Out Boy was fun. The sound wasn't so great, but they had a lot of energy. If you didn't know the music, though, you wouldn't have had as good a time.
Pete Wentz is hot. Wow. I was haterading before, but the kid is gonna be a carbon copy of Billy Zane in fifteen years, and they're both from Chi-town.
 
Hahaha, anyways.
He's a weirdo, though, I think. Apparently he overdosed on an anxiety medication early last year, but some people think it was for show. He's straight edge, which is f-i-n-e by me! He writes the majority of the lyrics, is 5'7" (HAHAHA aww, lover), and NEVER shuts up. He's the bassist but he's always yapping - the lead singer, Chubby McMoperson, keeps his trap shut. All the ladies love him. He's trying to start this blink-182-esque industry, though: He has a mini-label off Fueled By Ramen (called DecayDance, and decay is right, my friend - it was so difficult to see the unthinking uncaring brainwashed youth of Amurrica at that damn concert sing those stupidass Panic! At The Disco lyrics) that has signed The Academy Is..., which is this gay-ass I mean shitty-ass band but Wentz is best friends with the lead. And they've got Gym Class Heroes, which have one okay song, and I won't ruin it for myself by listening to any others. And P!ATD as well, of freaking course. God! This shit isn't THAT great! It's a FORMULA F-O-R-M-U-L-A. And he's got a clothing line and all this other stuff. Well, whatever. I mean more power to him. He's a doll.
Anyways, y'all. Whatevvies (aw Jimmy has me doing that). I tried my damndest to get a picture of Wentz but my phone is a tard. At one point, he said, very pointedly, "Stop using 'gay' as a synonym for 'shitty.'" And did this whole talk on it. That was cute. I do say it a LOT. It's turning me into a hypocrit, so I'm going to stop. But I really love Fall Out Boy. I like their cute music. It's charged with emotion! It's charged with energy! It's singalongable! It's a little corny and the love themes are repetitive, but I really really like it!
You can see Pete in this one - he's to the right in a red shirt. Is he singing? Anyway, woot.
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