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randomepiphany will be here in TWO DAYS, and then it'll be time for BuzzFest and EdgeFest and MCR. I am maybe a little bit excited. Possibly. Just a tiny bit.
/flailing
why_me_why_not was here this weekend, and I didn't post about it at ALL. So.
I was a lazy host on Saturday: we hung out, I fed her real Tex-Mex, and Iforced encouraged her to watch the FOB DVD (the entire thing, including the cut scenes) and Release The Bats. Our conclusions: Pete Wentz logic scares us both; someday Dirty's kid is going to be so fucking embarrassed to be related to him, jeezus; we're frightened about the outcome if Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson procreate. Seriously, watching some of the stunts was like watching a train wreck: we were appalled, but we couldn't look away.
We also watched Berth while we gossiped about fandom and friends. It was background noise, part of my effort to get more of my f-list to be The Used fans. Jepha = tiny, tattoo'd, crazy, but thoughtful when speaking and awesome @ playing bass. Bert = misunderstood by most of the bandslash community. And Quinn, well, there are no words for him. (The DVD was made/released while they were between drummers, so no commentary about Branden or Dan.)
Also. There was SPN-viewing, and much discussion of fandom items in general.
There might also have been discussion of fic to be written. But nothing actually got written, so... *shrug*
Sunday was HCT day!
Our adventure began at Minutemaid Park, b/c both of us love baseball, and although we agree that minor league ball is WAY better than MLB, the Astros are the only team in town, so. *shrug*
We sat up in the 300-level past 3rd base and enjoyed the day. It was cloudy, so we didn't bother with sunscreen, but OMG did we get red. (We didn't realize until later.) It was a decent game. They were down 4-3 in the seventh, so lots of people left, and thus missed the Astros' come-back.
Miguel Tejada has not convinced me that he was a worthwhile investment; he lollygagged on some grounders that I though should have been outs.
Anyway. The game went long, and we had enough time to walk over to Bayou Place and be confused about lining up for Early Admission. We just hung out until the meet and greet people went in, then we got in the new line, which was all EA people.
Re: organizing for the M&G: I can see how Zack would be an AWESOME boy-wrangler. The crowd gave him no guff whatsoever.
Also, in comparison to how few masculine names were on the list for EA and M&G, there were actually lots of guys in the line. This was a complete contradiction to my impression that Panic's fanbase is predominantly women.
So. When it was time, Zack checked everyone's name off the list and let us in. When he saw our dorky t-shirts (yes, I made a BLACK GOLD t-shirt, shut up), he laughed and said he'd tell Eric. We went into the venue and lined up on the right side of the stage at the barricade, and when he came by again, he said it was right in line with where Eric would see us. Which, yeah, no, I sorta don't think he could see anything from as far back on the stage as the keyboard station was, but it was a nice thought.
Also, Shane Valdez was out and about with his film equipment and his regular camera and a Polaroid before the doors opened and then during the various sets and set-ups. (Just as an aside, pull your pants up, dude. Why bother with a belt if you're going to let everything fall off your ass?)
Phantom Planet: These guys need to not be the opening act. They were pretty good, and I hope this tour springboards them a bit. I have a couple of their CDs, and I recognized some songs, but the only ones I *know* are Do The Panic, Raise The Dead, and Crashing Your Party. Random facts: they came out wearing their own hoodies, which made me wonder if they're already needing a laundry day, or if they just want to sell more merch. *shrug* It's a cool hoodie; I'd've bought one if there were any left by the time we got out to the merch table. Also, at one point when they were trying to jam, I thought they were all going to get their cords tangled irretrievably. But it all worked out.
The Hush Sound: I was really disappointed when they set the stage with the piano on the opposite side, because Greta Salpeter = awesome, right? And that meant I would be far away from her. But then I realized that meant that Bob would probably be in the center of the stage, and that meant Chris Faller would be right in front of us. More bass! So it was all good. I can't even remember all the songs they did. We Intertwine, Wine Red, Medicine Man, for sure. Brendon Urie came out and sang most of Bob's part during Don't Wake Me Up, which of course had most of the pit screaming. Greta did Hurricane, which, yes. That song, I think, shows just how much her voice has matured in the last couple of years. They closed with Honey. I think. Bob + Greta jamming on guitar and piano made me smile and clap and holler.
Both of these bands I really want to see again. In a smaller venue, preferably, and with a crowd that is not quite as dominated by screaming pre-teens who text things like Bden will you marry me - xoxo :) to the big screen and think it's hilariously brilliant and original.
[Translated: please let the rumors about The Hush Sound touring with The Cab after HCT be true.]
I felt sorta indifferent about Motion City Soundtrack. I mean, I like them well enough, but I'm overdosed on that general style of music b/c I've seen Say Anything, The Starting Line, Bayside, Set Your Goals, Saves The Day, and Armor For Sleep all in the last couple of weeks. If I had been further back in the crowd, their set is when I would have gone to the merch table and the bathroom, but since we were at the front, there was no possible way I was getting out without going over the barricade, and I'd never get back.
[So. Bear in mind, the first and only other time time I've seen Panic(!) At The Disco was at BuzzFest in 2005. They were a baby band then (literally), and BuzzFest was shoehorned between Nintendo Fusion tour dates for them and Fall Out Boy; the exclamation mark was still a valid part of their name with no signs of fucking off; Brent Wilson was still their bassist (again, with no signs of fucking off). They played the second stage. I made a note to buy their CD, but basically forgot that I'd seen them until I was perusing a list of previous BuzzFest lineups. That was the fest that Audioslave headlined, and they and Nickelback are the only bands whose performances I remember clearly.]
Panic At The Disco: I might have flailed and bounced up and down. Just a little bit.
Because Jon Walker was right in front of us. And Eric Ronick, as Zack had suggested, was behind him. There was too much for me to watch! I kept getting distracted!
Um, music. Yes. We're So Starving is still the Dumbest Song Ever, IMO. But after hearing about half the new album performed, I like the other songs a bit more. Less in the way of instrumental flourishes, more straightforward. (It's not that I dislike Pretty. Odd.. I just don't feel the overwhelming love for it that everyone else seems to.)
I can't remember the order of the songs (or even all the songs) they performed, except that they opened with We're So Starving/Nine In The Afternoon and closed with Mad As Rabbits.
The set was a balance of songs from the old and new albums; I was happy b/c they did Camisado and I Constantly Thank God For Esteban and Northern Downpour. The rest was just icing. Including the acoustic version of Time To Dance. And I've already commented about my disquiet about I Write Sins Not Tragedies. (As J said when I mentioned it to her: As a sex, we don't like each other much, do we?)
Notes that I jotted down before collapsing after the show:
JON WALKER BAREFOOT. You guys have seen that before, I know. I laughed when Brendon coughed and spat on the stage, then pointed it out so Jon didn't step in it. Nice, boys. Anyway. Naked feet right in front of me! *shudder* Happily, there were fingers playing a bass guitar right above that, and they were an excellent distraction. Tabby and I both wondered what it said about us that we noticed that his jeans were button-flies. We're pretty sure it means we're depraved perverts.
Ryan's voice = monotone. When he spoke between songs, I couldn't understand what he said.
Brendon = dorkiest front man ever. And from the way he's trying to rock out with his guitar, jumping and spinning (is he taking lessons from Joe Trohman?) and hopping up onto Spencer Smith's kit, he clearly believes he's in a Real Rock Band.
I loved how Jon kept telling everyone they (the band) were Panic At The Disco. Like the audience didn't know. Also, he asked about the Astros, which made me laugh. He's clearly the only Real Boy in the group.
Eric won the "who can make the weirdest faces while they're playing" contest. Which is saying something when his competition included Brendon Urie.
I couldn't see much of Spencer Smith because Jon Walker was in the way. Every once in a while he'd bend over his kit and I could see him. He's still dressing like he's in a timewarp from the 70's.
Zack was off on the left side-stage, and his head bobbed along with the music for most of the set. Tabby said she saw him singing along, too, which just tickles me because if I didn't know he was Panic's boy-wrangler security guy? I'd think he never listened to anything but hardcore punk/metal.
Random: all their gear is labeled with the exclamation mark still. Apparently its personal reasons for departing did not extend to tour paraphernalia.
Last random thought: They can't afford better beer than Corona? Someone needs to educate their beer palates.
Also.
randomepiphany will be here in TWO DAYS, and then it'll be time for BuzzFest and EdgeFest and MCR. I am maybe a little bit excited. Possibly. Just a tiny bit./flailing
why_me_why_not was here this weekend, and I didn't post about it at ALL. So.I was a lazy host on Saturday: we hung out, I fed her real Tex-Mex, and I
We also watched Berth while we gossiped about fandom and friends. It was background noise, part of my effort to get more of my f-list to be The Used fans. Jepha = tiny, tattoo'd, crazy, but thoughtful when speaking and awesome @ playing bass. Bert = misunderstood by most of the bandslash community. And Quinn, well, there are no words for him. (The DVD was made/released while they were between drummers, so no commentary about Branden or Dan.)
Also. There was SPN-viewing, and much discussion of fandom items in general.
There might also have been discussion of fic to be written. But nothing actually got written, so... *shrug*
Sunday was HCT day!
Our adventure began at Minutemaid Park, b/c both of us love baseball, and although we agree that minor league ball is WAY better than MLB, the Astros are the only team in town, so. *shrug*
We sat up in the 300-level past 3rd base and enjoyed the day. It was cloudy, so we didn't bother with sunscreen, but OMG did we get red. (We didn't realize until later.) It was a decent game. They were down 4-3 in the seventh, so lots of people left, and thus missed the Astros' come-back.
Miguel Tejada has not convinced me that he was a worthwhile investment; he lollygagged on some grounders that I though should have been outs.
Anyway. The game went long, and we had enough time to walk over to Bayou Place and be confused about lining up for Early Admission. We just hung out until the meet and greet people went in, then we got in the new line, which was all EA people.
Re: organizing for the M&G: I can see how Zack would be an AWESOME boy-wrangler. The crowd gave him no guff whatsoever.
Also, in comparison to how few masculine names were on the list for EA and M&G, there were actually lots of guys in the line. This was a complete contradiction to my impression that Panic's fanbase is predominantly women.
So. When it was time, Zack checked everyone's name off the list and let us in. When he saw our dorky t-shirts (yes, I made a BLACK GOLD t-shirt, shut up), he laughed and said he'd tell Eric. We went into the venue and lined up on the right side of the stage at the barricade, and when he came by again, he said it was right in line with where Eric would see us. Which, yeah, no, I sorta don't think he could see anything from as far back on the stage as the keyboard station was, but it was a nice thought.
Also, Shane Valdez was out and about with his film equipment and his regular camera and a Polaroid before the doors opened and then during the various sets and set-ups. (Just as an aside, pull your pants up, dude. Why bother with a belt if you're going to let everything fall off your ass?)
Phantom Planet: These guys need to not be the opening act. They were pretty good, and I hope this tour springboards them a bit. I have a couple of their CDs, and I recognized some songs, but the only ones I *know* are Do The Panic, Raise The Dead, and Crashing Your Party. Random facts: they came out wearing their own hoodies, which made me wonder if they're already needing a laundry day, or if they just want to sell more merch. *shrug* It's a cool hoodie; I'd've bought one if there were any left by the time we got out to the merch table. Also, at one point when they were trying to jam, I thought they were all going to get their cords tangled irretrievably. But it all worked out.
The Hush Sound: I was really disappointed when they set the stage with the piano on the opposite side, because Greta Salpeter = awesome, right? And that meant I would be far away from her. But then I realized that meant that Bob would probably be in the center of the stage, and that meant Chris Faller would be right in front of us. More bass! So it was all good. I can't even remember all the songs they did. We Intertwine, Wine Red, Medicine Man, for sure. Brendon Urie came out and sang most of Bob's part during Don't Wake Me Up, which of course had most of the pit screaming. Greta did Hurricane, which, yes. That song, I think, shows just how much her voice has matured in the last couple of years. They closed with Honey. I think. Bob + Greta jamming on guitar and piano made me smile and clap and holler.
Both of these bands I really want to see again. In a smaller venue, preferably, and with a crowd that is not quite as dominated by screaming pre-teens who text things like Bden will you marry me - xoxo :) to the big screen and think it's hilariously brilliant and original.
[Translated: please let the rumors about The Hush Sound touring with The Cab after HCT be true.]
I felt sorta indifferent about Motion City Soundtrack. I mean, I like them well enough, but I'm overdosed on that general style of music b/c I've seen Say Anything, The Starting Line, Bayside, Set Your Goals, Saves The Day, and Armor For Sleep all in the last couple of weeks. If I had been further back in the crowd, their set is when I would have gone to the merch table and the bathroom, but since we were at the front, there was no possible way I was getting out without going over the barricade, and I'd never get back.
[So. Bear in mind, the first and only other time time I've seen Panic(!) At The Disco was at BuzzFest in 2005. They were a baby band then (literally), and BuzzFest was shoehorned between Nintendo Fusion tour dates for them and Fall Out Boy; the exclamation mark was still a valid part of their name with no signs of fucking off; Brent Wilson was still their bassist (again, with no signs of fucking off). They played the second stage. I made a note to buy their CD, but basically forgot that I'd seen them until I was perusing a list of previous BuzzFest lineups. That was the fest that Audioslave headlined, and they and Nickelback are the only bands whose performances I remember clearly.]
Panic At The Disco: I might have flailed and bounced up and down. Just a little bit.
Because Jon Walker was right in front of us. And Eric Ronick, as Zack had suggested, was behind him. There was too much for me to watch! I kept getting distracted!
Um, music. Yes. We're So Starving is still the Dumbest Song Ever, IMO. But after hearing about half the new album performed, I like the other songs a bit more. Less in the way of instrumental flourishes, more straightforward. (It's not that I dislike Pretty. Odd.. I just don't feel the overwhelming love for it that everyone else seems to.)
I can't remember the order of the songs (or even all the songs) they performed, except that they opened with We're So Starving/Nine In The Afternoon and closed with Mad As Rabbits.
The set was a balance of songs from the old and new albums; I was happy b/c they did Camisado and I Constantly Thank God For Esteban and Northern Downpour. The rest was just icing. Including the acoustic version of Time To Dance. And I've already commented about my disquiet about I Write Sins Not Tragedies. (As J said when I mentioned it to her: As a sex, we don't like each other much, do we?)
Notes that I jotted down before collapsing after the show:
JON WALKER BAREFOOT. You guys have seen that before, I know. I laughed when Brendon coughed and spat on the stage, then pointed it out so Jon didn't step in it. Nice, boys. Anyway. Naked feet right in front of me! *shudder* Happily, there were fingers playing a bass guitar right above that, and they were an excellent distraction. Tabby and I both wondered what it said about us that we noticed that his jeans were button-flies. We're pretty sure it means we're depraved perverts.
Ryan's voice = monotone. When he spoke between songs, I couldn't understand what he said.
Brendon = dorkiest front man ever. And from the way he's trying to rock out with his guitar, jumping and spinning (is he taking lessons from Joe Trohman?) and hopping up onto Spencer Smith's kit, he clearly believes he's in a Real Rock Band.
I loved how Jon kept telling everyone they (the band) were Panic At The Disco. Like the audience didn't know. Also, he asked about the Astros, which made me laugh. He's clearly the only Real Boy in the group.
Eric won the "who can make the weirdest faces while they're playing" contest. Which is saying something when his competition included Brendon Urie.
I couldn't see much of Spencer Smith because Jon Walker was in the way. Every once in a while he'd bend over his kit and I could see him. He's still dressing like he's in a timewarp from the 70's.
Zack was off on the left side-stage, and his head bobbed along with the music for most of the set. Tabby said she saw him singing along, too, which just tickles me because if I didn't know he was Panic's boy-wrangler security guy? I'd think he never listened to anything but hardcore punk/metal.
Random: all their gear is labeled with the exclamation mark still. Apparently its personal reasons for departing did not extend to tour paraphernalia.
Last random thought: They can't afford better beer than Corona? Someone needs to educate their beer palates.
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Date: 2008-04-24 10:13 pm (UTC)Also, I remembered what I was gonna comment with earlier! Zombie Strippers!!
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Date: 2008-04-24 10:37 pm (UTC)I maybe pondered the vampire fic, too. JON WALKER ON THE BRAIN.
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Date: 2008-04-25 03:09 am (UTC)Glad you had a good time! :D:D:D:D
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Date: 2008-04-25 03:13 am (UTC)/word geeking