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asimplechordSo, long ago, when Soundgarden announced they'd play Voodoo Experience festival, Aaron and I decided we would skip ACLfest this year and go to NOLA instead. We DNW Kanye or a repeat of Coldplay or Stevie Wonder, so it seemed like a good idea.
Then MCR & The Raconteurs & Social Distortion were added to the line-up, and it seemed even better.
It is possible that I wibbled a bit when Discos' fall tour schedule was released and some of the east coast tour dates fell over that same weekend. D:
But anyway.
We went to NOLA. It was a good time. Stayed in the French Quarter, drank a ton of coffee, ate some beignets. Dranka lot of some beer. Saw a bunch of bands, including: Civil Twilight, Blind Pilot, Mates of State, Band of Horses, My Chem (LOL, THEIR COSTUMES. OF COURSE FRANK WAS MERLIN AND THE REST WERE ARTHUR, LANCELOT, ETC.), Soundgarden, The Static Jacks, The Wombats, Fitz & The Tantrums, the Lynn Drury Band, Mastodon, Social Distortion, The One AM Radio, The Limousines, Odd Future, TV On The Radio, Portugal. The Man, The Raconteurs.
Whoever was doing sound for the main stage... did not impress me. The bass and the kick drum totally overpowered the guitar and vocals. During most of MyChem's set, the bass line sounded actively WRONG, and during Soundgarden, Chris Cornell's voice was barely audible anywhere close to the stage.
But if you were way far back in the crowd, I learned later, it wasn't too bad.
Got to hang out on the side-stage for the Limousines' set. I'm torn now: do I go see them open for The Sounds on Wednesday, or see Mayday Parade at HOB?
ANYWAY.
It is possible that spending three days in a row outside in chilly weather while I was just starting to recover from tour crud was a poor life choice. Because I was still sick when I hauled my carcass out of bed at ass o'clock to make a 6am flight from NOLA to BWI. Got there, straggled out to the train station to find that trains were delayed. Arranged with three other ladies & a cabbie to split a fare to Union Station instead of waiting for the delayed train. (EXCELLENT LIFE CHOICE.) Got there, texted![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jmc_bks, and she met me at the station. (She works in the building next door.) Chatted, distracted her from work, had maybe a quarter of a salad from Chopp'd, then got coffee and headed over to the venue.
Some random girl greeted me in the line, "Hey, are you Heather?"
"Uh, yes."
"Hi! I know XXX on the internet..." And I was confused, thinking she was a friend ofshutyourface's, but apparently she thought I was some OTHER Heather from the internet bandom nexus. We chatted for a while before this became clear.
Shortly thereaftershutyourface, fiddleyoumust, and cheapcrowd arrived, and we started the M&G line up by the box office. (Seriously, do people not read the directions in the emails AA/NDP sends?) IDK, the entire setup was awkward - there was no way for the buses to be parked and loaded without going right past/through the line. Eventually jmc_bks arrived, Zack did the organizing, and we went in for the M&G.
Ian & his costume were awesome. I remember talking to him about fighting crime in his time away from the stage, and Spencer was next to him, and said that he fought crime too, but he didn't need a costume or to take credit for doing good (or words to that effect), it was all about knowing that you were making a difference and gaining personal satisfaction. IDK what I said to Brendon, but I asked Dallon if he was planning on chewing on some cigarettes for us that evening. File through, take the photo.
J & I went upstairs and found a great spot on the balcony for the show. (Probably a good idea, since by the end of the evening I had a splitting headache and was feeling faint from hunger and exhaustion; I'm not sure I could've dealt with a lot of pushing that night.) The people-watching was STELLAR. The dude with the Venus Flytrap costume was the best IMO; the Panic video girls only won b/c, well, PANIC, OK? Their costumes were not that awesome, just awkward for a sold-out GA show.
Patrick Stump is still the tiniest, most dynamic surprise every night. Except IDK how he never learned what happens when you mix baking soda with water, because, I mean. What? Why would he think that was a good idea to wear as zombie makeup? Still. Adorkable. I loved the Ghostbusters intro.
The Jesus bit from Brendon really did not ever get old. I was entertained by the way Latin rolled off his tongue, given that I didn't think that it plays a significant role in LDS liturgy. (Your own personal me-sus. I am still laughing about that.) There was some banter with Dallon about black jeans being Jesus-appropriate when Brendon stripped, but I don't remember the details of it. And OF COURSE when introducing Spencer, Brendon had to point out that Halloween was the only time Spencer would be pants-less for him. In case we didn't realize that he wasn't wearing trousers back there. (NGL, I hadn't realized that he didn't have pants on at the M&G until he stood up for the pictures. I wasn't paying attention to him when they walked in and sat down - I was distracted by Ian's Hit Girl costume and Dallon's excellent fake mustache.)
After the show, J & I headed back to Union Station, to get her car and head to Bal'mer. I was the most tired. Slept way late the next day. Wandered up through Federal Hill and around the Harbor, browsed at B&N, saw Anonymous at the Landmark Theater. (I definitely recommend it. I was vaguely familiar with the politics of the time and the academic debate about the true authorship of Shakespeare's works, and this is an entertaining, well-acted dramatization. The Cecil family is creepy, as portrayed. And Rhys Ifans was fabulous.)
The next day I drove up to Cecil County and spent the day with my mom. I love her. I miss her. But I think it's probably a good thing that I live 1200 miles away.
From there, to Philadelphia. Was a tourist for most of the morning. Actually, I strolled by the venue (the Trocadero, right in the middle of the Chinatown/Convention Center part of Center City) and saw three people sitting out, including the girl from DC. Went to Independence Hall and the National Constitution Center because I am a history geek, and it fascinates me. Returned to the line ~3pm. Two girls (CC and Tarabeth, I think?) got in line behind me, and they were super excited that they'd be right up front. I felt bad for them, and explained that there would be at least 60 people doing M&G and another 50 with EE. One of their moms had dropped them off, and kept coming back, bringing food, etc. The guy behind them had all sorts of sage advice for them, seeing as he's a super huge Panic fan and had seen them FOUR TIMES BEFORE, OMG. (IRL LOL'd over that one.)
Zack looked super tired and harried. The venue, being on a busy street, did not want a bajillion separate lines, so we started out as one line. Then we had to bunch up so we weren't blocking the restaurant next door. And then they set up barriers to continue the line on the next block. Eventually he came out and separated the M&G ppl - there were a metric fuckton of them - and he seemed like he was getting more and more annoyed with the venue organization and the entire situation, and finally he took the M&G in. He came back immediately after and asked EE ppl to line up, which we did. There was one girl in front of me, then about 40 behind us. The M&G took a looooong time. I don't think they went in until after 5:35, and at 6:20 Zack still hadn't come back out to check off names for EE, and the ticket situation was what it had been for the TX dates: no will-call list available until right before doors. Finally venue staff had us file into the vestibule and started checking off names and giving us tickets. Theoretically it was still a single line, but people bunched up. I blocked a bunch of girls from getting ahead of me (the girls right behind me in line were like, "Wow, that was a slick move. Good job stopping them.") but the girl who had been in front of me got lost in the mix. I felt bad - she totally deserved to be first. Eventually Zack came and got us, and he had everyone line up in a single file line behind me. He had to tell the same pushy girls to get in line and not pass anyone, and he actually walked us down to the barrier in a line. I asked him if he felt like a kindergarten teacher some days. His answer was an emphatic yes. When I inquired about how much time was left on the tour, he was like, "Seven days, counting today." "You have the hours counted down yet?" And he laughed and nodded. And by then I was at my spot, just to the stage left side of Brendon's mic.
The stage at the Troc is tall. And deep. And there's a weird diagonal lip. Like, literally, the floor is at my eye height. And I am 5'8". (Again, I think there was some tension between Zack & the venue staff, b/c he was okay with people putting their stuff down under the step of the barrier, but the staff came and argued with him about it.)
Foxy was Foxy. Except the keyboard stayed on stage instead of getting hauled out to the crowd for one song.
Patrick's set: totally danceable again, if only I could move. I could not even reach my phone to concert-call anyone. I took some pics b/c I had my camera out on my wrist before the push forward happened. And I totally creeped on Spencer watching Foxy & Patrick's sets from side-stage.
Discos. Same set list. Covered Pumped Up Kicks again. I had a pretty awesome view of Spencer through the vee of Brendon's legs for most of the show. Seriously, the stage was that high. I recorded their cover of The Darkness, and the video is here.
Caught one of the drumsticks Spencer used for the encore. ♥
I remember being quite charmed that Brendon introduced Dallon with a comment about him being a great dad.
Ian's ear monitor stopped working from the first song - he kept trying to have it fixed between songs - and eventually the monitor on stage went out too. But he's awesome, and you never would have known it from his performance, which was flawless.
I also recall being really into the mix of patterns that Mike Day wore, with the checks on his tie & shirt and the pattern of his suit. Ditto for the shirt and striped trousers Ian wore.
Stumbled back to my hotel three blocks away for the sleep of the musically sated.
The next morning I slept in again, then piled into J's car (she is awesome; since she takes public transport to work most days she let me take her car for my shenanigating) and drove up through Princeton and over to Sayreville. Sat at a Dunkin Donuts for a while killing time, reading (CJ Chivers' The Gun, a history of semi-automatic weapons and the AK-47) until it seemed prudent to head to the venue. Started the M&G line separate from regular line as instructed. Made friends with a Mayday Parade fan & his GF, and a dude who is a HUGE Rise Against fan. [Note: the buses were parked at the side of the building. When some fans went creeping around the side, Zack shooed them away, told them not to be creepy.] Went in, did the signing again. I was out of set lists - I had them sign the one from San Antonio at the DC M&G - so I had them sign the "On the road" madlib in a book of rocknroll madlibs. Spencer started to fill it out. ♥__♥ IDK if he had it already, or someone gave Dallon a fake switchblade, but he kept playing with it throughout the M&G.
(While the M&G was happening, Patrick's drummer strolled through the venue with a lady that I presume was his wife, since he mentioned when we saw him in NOLA that she was in NJ. And so did the Foxy trumpetist/singer & his GF. And Matt Rubano.)
I had two spare sheets of paper, and I wrote Lesa & Julia's names on them. For the photos, I asked Spencer to hold them up, but Brendon ended up taking one. They asked after Julia & Lesa and seemed surprised that they were already back in TX. I guess maybe they thought they were driving back? IDK.
Got my spot. This stage was low. With only a narrow space between it and the barrier. And the security guy stood RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. D: (I recorded Let's Get It On, but the security guy's head is in half the video, so I'm not bothering to upload it.)
Everything was 30 minutes earlier than usual. I assume that's because they had a long drive ahead of them, and they wanted to get on the road to Grand Rapids as early as they could. So the show started at 7pm & was over by 10:35.
There were a lot of crowd surfers, starting during Foxy and continuing all through the show. I braced my feet and did not move. One person behind me told me I was awesome at holding my spot. Years of practice, bbs.
Paaaatrick. This tour isn't even over, and already I want him to tour again (more). I could listen to Run Dry on a loop all day and not get tired of it. He did the down-on-the-barrier thing that he wasn't able to do in Philadelphia, and once again I got a face and armful of PStump torso.
Last Panic set for me for the tour. It wasn't as all-out hilarious as the DC show bc it lacked the Halloween costume factor, but I think it was a great show. Same set list, same covers. They seemed really synched for this show, if that makes any sense.
- I was surprised, given the shallowness of the stage, that Brendon did his backflip off the riser during Let's Kill Tonight
- Yes, we know, bb: you find screaming cathartic.
- Thanks for cutting the I'd-bang-my-mom bit out of that speech.
- Keep making Spencer smile and say the word "fuck", pls.
- When Brendon & Dallon did their groping during Sins, I remember looking at Spencer as he played and watched them; I would read all the Spencer/Brendon + Dallon right now.
- Master of the House intro again. Thanks, Dallon. Now I have to listen to the soundtrack to Les Mis again.
- I am so totally earwormed by Pumped Up Kicks it's not even funny.
After the set, Zack ever so carefully pulled up the set list from over by the drum riser and gave it to me. The girl next to me, who had been saying in a carrying voice, "You don't even know what I'd do for a pick..." was surprised. Then someone (IDK if it was Danny or Pavan or one of the venue techs) tossed out a bunch of pics. One landed right in front of me, between a pair of shoes that a girl who'd been pulled out of the crowd earlier had lost. I waved a security guard over and politely asked if he could get it for me. When he found it, the people around me screamed and grabbed for it, but he put it in my hand. I thanked him, and the same girl from before told me it wasn't fair that I got a pick and a set list. Uh... sorry? Except for how I am really really not. If she hadn't bitched, I might've given her the pick, but since she was rude...
Anyway. I drove back to Princeton, slept, then back to Baltimore. Clung to J again, until I had to go to the airport this morning.
Pictures are uploading. I'll append them to this post when they're done. Until then, I tweeted a few earlier this evening.
Possibly I'll add more to this post as I recall details.
♥
Work is going to HURT tomorrow.
ETA: Pictures here:
DC (9:30 Club). From the balcony, so not really high quality.
Philadelphia (Trocadero).
Sayreville, NJ (Starland)
ETA:
- At DC, Philly, and NJ, Patrick made a point of saying that not a lot of people wanted to take a risk on him wearing a crazy suit and singing... I forget how he described it, but soul punk really does seem like the correct descriptor... but that he was truly grateful to Panic for having him on this tour.
- Even after five previous shows on this tour, I was still entertained by Brendon and Dallon standing at the side of the stage and head-nodding (in Dallon's case) and singing & dancing (in Brendon's) along to Foxy's set at Sayreville.
- I like Dance Miserable well enough, but I wish the keyboardist/sax player had still be on tour, so Patrick Stump had left Cute Girls in the set.
- The fist-bump/high-fives PStump gets from his band before they transition into Porcelain: ♥_♥
Then MCR & The Raconteurs & Social Distortion were added to the line-up, and it seemed even better.
It is possible that I wibbled a bit when Discos' fall tour schedule was released and some of the east coast tour dates fell over that same weekend. D:
But anyway.
We went to NOLA. It was a good time. Stayed in the French Quarter, drank a ton of coffee, ate some beignets. Drank
Whoever was doing sound for the main stage... did not impress me. The bass and the kick drum totally overpowered the guitar and vocals. During most of MyChem's set, the bass line sounded actively WRONG, and during Soundgarden, Chris Cornell's voice was barely audible anywhere close to the stage.
But if you were way far back in the crowd, I learned later, it wasn't too bad.
Got to hang out on the side-stage for the Limousines' set. I'm torn now: do I go see them open for The Sounds on Wednesday, or see Mayday Parade at HOB?
ANYWAY.
It is possible that spending three days in a row outside in chilly weather while I was just starting to recover from tour crud was a poor life choice. Because I was still sick when I hauled my carcass out of bed at ass o'clock to make a 6am flight from NOLA to BWI. Got there, straggled out to the train station to find that trains were delayed. Arranged with three other ladies & a cabbie to split a fare to Union Station instead of waiting for the delayed train. (EXCELLENT LIFE CHOICE.) Got there, texted
jmc_bks, and she met me at the station. (She works in the building next door.) Chatted, distracted her from work, had maybe a quarter of a salad from Chopp'd, then got coffee and headed over to the venue. Some random girl greeted me in the line, "Hey, are you Heather?"
"Uh, yes."
"Hi! I know XXX on the internet..." And I was confused, thinking she was a friend of
shutyourface's, but apparently she thought I was some OTHER Heather from the internet bandom nexus. We chatted for a while before this became clear.Shortly thereafter
shutyourface, fiddleyoumust, and cheapcrowd arrived, and we started the M&G line up by the box office. (Seriously, do people not read the directions in the emails AA/NDP sends?) IDK, the entire setup was awkward - there was no way for the buses to be parked and loaded without going right past/through the line. Eventually jmc_bks arrived, Zack did the organizing, and we went in for the M&G.Ian & his costume were awesome. I remember talking to him about fighting crime in his time away from the stage, and Spencer was next to him, and said that he fought crime too, but he didn't need a costume or to take credit for doing good (or words to that effect), it was all about knowing that you were making a difference and gaining personal satisfaction. IDK what I said to Brendon, but I asked Dallon if he was planning on chewing on some cigarettes for us that evening. File through, take the photo.
J & I went upstairs and found a great spot on the balcony for the show. (Probably a good idea, since by the end of the evening I had a splitting headache and was feeling faint from hunger and exhaustion; I'm not sure I could've dealt with a lot of pushing that night.) The people-watching was STELLAR. The dude with the Venus Flytrap costume was the best IMO; the Panic video girls only won b/c, well, PANIC, OK? Their costumes were not that awesome, just awkward for a sold-out GA show.
Patrick Stump is still the tiniest, most dynamic surprise every night. Except IDK how he never learned what happens when you mix baking soda with water, because, I mean. What? Why would he think that was a good idea to wear as zombie makeup? Still. Adorkable. I loved the Ghostbusters intro.
The Jesus bit from Brendon really did not ever get old. I was entertained by the way Latin rolled off his tongue, given that I didn't think that it plays a significant role in LDS liturgy. (Your own personal me-sus. I am still laughing about that.) There was some banter with Dallon about black jeans being Jesus-appropriate when Brendon stripped, but I don't remember the details of it. And OF COURSE when introducing Spencer, Brendon had to point out that Halloween was the only time Spencer would be pants-less for him. In case we didn't realize that he wasn't wearing trousers back there. (NGL, I hadn't realized that he didn't have pants on at the M&G until he stood up for the pictures. I wasn't paying attention to him when they walked in and sat down - I was distracted by Ian's Hit Girl costume and Dallon's excellent fake mustache.)
After the show, J & I headed back to Union Station, to get her car and head to Bal'mer. I was the most tired. Slept way late the next day. Wandered up through Federal Hill and around the Harbor, browsed at B&N, saw Anonymous at the Landmark Theater. (I definitely recommend it. I was vaguely familiar with the politics of the time and the academic debate about the true authorship of Shakespeare's works, and this is an entertaining, well-acted dramatization. The Cecil family is creepy, as portrayed. And Rhys Ifans was fabulous.)
The next day I drove up to Cecil County and spent the day with my mom. I love her. I miss her. But I think it's probably a good thing that I live 1200 miles away.
From there, to Philadelphia. Was a tourist for most of the morning. Actually, I strolled by the venue (the Trocadero, right in the middle of the Chinatown/Convention Center part of Center City) and saw three people sitting out, including the girl from DC. Went to Independence Hall and the National Constitution Center because I am a history geek, and it fascinates me. Returned to the line ~3pm. Two girls (CC and Tarabeth, I think?) got in line behind me, and they were super excited that they'd be right up front. I felt bad for them, and explained that there would be at least 60 people doing M&G and another 50 with EE. One of their moms had dropped them off, and kept coming back, bringing food, etc. The guy behind them had all sorts of sage advice for them, seeing as he's a super huge Panic fan and had seen them FOUR TIMES BEFORE, OMG. (IRL LOL'd over that one.)
Zack looked super tired and harried. The venue, being on a busy street, did not want a bajillion separate lines, so we started out as one line. Then we had to bunch up so we weren't blocking the restaurant next door. And then they set up barriers to continue the line on the next block. Eventually he came out and separated the M&G ppl - there were a metric fuckton of them - and he seemed like he was getting more and more annoyed with the venue organization and the entire situation, and finally he took the M&G in. He came back immediately after and asked EE ppl to line up, which we did. There was one girl in front of me, then about 40 behind us. The M&G took a looooong time. I don't think they went in until after 5:35, and at 6:20 Zack still hadn't come back out to check off names for EE, and the ticket situation was what it had been for the TX dates: no will-call list available until right before doors. Finally venue staff had us file into the vestibule and started checking off names and giving us tickets. Theoretically it was still a single line, but people bunched up. I blocked a bunch of girls from getting ahead of me (the girls right behind me in line were like, "Wow, that was a slick move. Good job stopping them.") but the girl who had been in front of me got lost in the mix. I felt bad - she totally deserved to be first. Eventually Zack came and got us, and he had everyone line up in a single file line behind me. He had to tell the same pushy girls to get in line and not pass anyone, and he actually walked us down to the barrier in a line. I asked him if he felt like a kindergarten teacher some days. His answer was an emphatic yes. When I inquired about how much time was left on the tour, he was like, "Seven days, counting today." "You have the hours counted down yet?" And he laughed and nodded. And by then I was at my spot, just to the stage left side of Brendon's mic.
The stage at the Troc is tall. And deep. And there's a weird diagonal lip. Like, literally, the floor is at my eye height. And I am 5'8". (Again, I think there was some tension between Zack & the venue staff, b/c he was okay with people putting their stuff down under the step of the barrier, but the staff came and argued with him about it.)
Foxy was Foxy. Except the keyboard stayed on stage instead of getting hauled out to the crowd for one song.
Patrick's set: totally danceable again, if only I could move. I could not even reach my phone to concert-call anyone. I took some pics b/c I had my camera out on my wrist before the push forward happened. And I totally creeped on Spencer watching Foxy & Patrick's sets from side-stage.
Discos. Same set list. Covered Pumped Up Kicks again. I had a pretty awesome view of Spencer through the vee of Brendon's legs for most of the show. Seriously, the stage was that high. I recorded their cover of The Darkness, and the video is here.
Caught one of the drumsticks Spencer used for the encore. ♥
I remember being quite charmed that Brendon introduced Dallon with a comment about him being a great dad.
Ian's ear monitor stopped working from the first song - he kept trying to have it fixed between songs - and eventually the monitor on stage went out too. But he's awesome, and you never would have known it from his performance, which was flawless.
I also recall being really into the mix of patterns that Mike Day wore, with the checks on his tie & shirt and the pattern of his suit. Ditto for the shirt and striped trousers Ian wore.
Stumbled back to my hotel three blocks away for the sleep of the musically sated.
The next morning I slept in again, then piled into J's car (she is awesome; since she takes public transport to work most days she let me take her car for my shenanigating) and drove up through Princeton and over to Sayreville. Sat at a Dunkin Donuts for a while killing time, reading (CJ Chivers' The Gun, a history of semi-automatic weapons and the AK-47) until it seemed prudent to head to the venue. Started the M&G line separate from regular line as instructed. Made friends with a Mayday Parade fan & his GF, and a dude who is a HUGE Rise Against fan. [Note: the buses were parked at the side of the building. When some fans went creeping around the side, Zack shooed them away, told them not to be creepy.] Went in, did the signing again. I was out of set lists - I had them sign the one from San Antonio at the DC M&G - so I had them sign the "On the road" madlib in a book of rocknroll madlibs. Spencer started to fill it out. ♥__♥ IDK if he had it already, or someone gave Dallon a fake switchblade, but he kept playing with it throughout the M&G.
(While the M&G was happening, Patrick's drummer strolled through the venue with a lady that I presume was his wife, since he mentioned when we saw him in NOLA that she was in NJ. And so did the Foxy trumpetist/singer & his GF. And Matt Rubano.)
I had two spare sheets of paper, and I wrote Lesa & Julia's names on them. For the photos, I asked Spencer to hold them up, but Brendon ended up taking one. They asked after Julia & Lesa and seemed surprised that they were already back in TX. I guess maybe they thought they were driving back? IDK.
Got my spot. This stage was low. With only a narrow space between it and the barrier. And the security guy stood RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. D: (I recorded Let's Get It On, but the security guy's head is in half the video, so I'm not bothering to upload it.)
Everything was 30 minutes earlier than usual. I assume that's because they had a long drive ahead of them, and they wanted to get on the road to Grand Rapids as early as they could. So the show started at 7pm & was over by 10:35.
There were a lot of crowd surfers, starting during Foxy and continuing all through the show. I braced my feet and did not move. One person behind me told me I was awesome at holding my spot. Years of practice, bbs.
Paaaatrick. This tour isn't even over, and already I want him to tour again (more). I could listen to Run Dry on a loop all day and not get tired of it. He did the down-on-the-barrier thing that he wasn't able to do in Philadelphia, and once again I got a face and armful of PStump torso.
Last Panic set for me for the tour. It wasn't as all-out hilarious as the DC show bc it lacked the Halloween costume factor, but I think it was a great show. Same set list, same covers. They seemed really synched for this show, if that makes any sense.
- I was surprised, given the shallowness of the stage, that Brendon did his backflip off the riser during Let's Kill Tonight
- Yes, we know, bb: you find screaming cathartic.
- Thanks for cutting the I'd-bang-my-mom bit out of that speech.
- Keep making Spencer smile and say the word "fuck", pls.
- When Brendon & Dallon did their groping during Sins, I remember looking at Spencer as he played and watched them; I would read all the Spencer/Brendon + Dallon right now.
- Master of the House intro again. Thanks, Dallon. Now I have to listen to the soundtrack to Les Mis again.
- I am so totally earwormed by Pumped Up Kicks it's not even funny.
After the set, Zack ever so carefully pulled up the set list from over by the drum riser and gave it to me. The girl next to me, who had been saying in a carrying voice, "You don't even know what I'd do for a pick..." was surprised. Then someone (IDK if it was Danny or Pavan or one of the venue techs) tossed out a bunch of pics. One landed right in front of me, between a pair of shoes that a girl who'd been pulled out of the crowd earlier had lost. I waved a security guard over and politely asked if he could get it for me. When he found it, the people around me screamed and grabbed for it, but he put it in my hand. I thanked him, and the same girl from before told me it wasn't fair that I got a pick and a set list. Uh... sorry? Except for how I am really really not. If she hadn't bitched, I might've given her the pick, but since she was rude...
Anyway. I drove back to Princeton, slept, then back to Baltimore. Clung to J again, until I had to go to the airport this morning.
Pictures are uploading. I'll append them to this post when they're done. Until then, I tweeted a few earlier this evening.
Possibly I'll add more to this post as I recall details.
♥
Work is going to HURT tomorrow.
ETA: Pictures here:
DC (9:30 Club). From the balcony, so not really high quality.
Philadelphia (Trocadero).
Sayreville, NJ (Starland)
ETA:
- At DC, Philly, and NJ, Patrick made a point of saying that not a lot of people wanted to take a risk on him wearing a crazy suit and singing... I forget how he described it, but soul punk really does seem like the correct descriptor... but that he was truly grateful to Panic for having him on this tour.
- Even after five previous shows on this tour, I was still entertained by Brendon and Dallon standing at the side of the stage and head-nodding (in Dallon's case) and singing & dancing (in Brendon's) along to Foxy's set at Sayreville.
- I like Dance Miserable well enough, but I wish the keyboardist/sax player had still be on tour, so Patrick Stump had left Cute Girls in the set.
- The fist-bump/high-fives PStump gets from his band before they transition into Porcelain: ♥_♥
