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Me and Kris went to the MCR concert on Friday. It owned all over the place.
So we get to the venue just before 3 and go straight to the buses. There are a few other kids there, and we make nice immediately. We find out we've JUST missed Gerard and Bob. Good timing, right? But about ten minutes later, Mikey comes around. Kristen and I made cupcakes for the guys, as we always do, and I scream out, "Mikey, want a cupcake?" He says yes, and I die a little bit. But the security guard drags him away. We think it's because of some shit that went down with Panic At The Disco...apparently some girls made them cookies and put hair in each one? (That is, by the way, completely disgusting.) Before he left, though, Mikey took a picture with this little 11-year-old named Chase. He and his parents flew up from South Florida, which is really cute.
Mikey said he'd be right back, passed by a little later, and then disappeared. None of the guys showed up again, which sucked a little. We waited for three hours.
One of the guys we met there was Rob, who was completely toasted. When we got online, we met up with him, had a sing along in the cold, and just had a great time. We were online for another hour and a half. (It was about 15 degrees, but the wind was intense.)
We finally got inside and were right in the third row. Rise Against completely kicked ass. I'm definitely a fan of them now.
When Gerard came out, he was on a gurney and stood up in a hospital gown. His Black Parade uniform was underneath. They started with The End., of course. When the curtains rose, the most beautiful set was behind them, and everyone looked AMAZING. Frank's hair looks SO GOOD, even though I really miss his piercings. D:
They played the entire Black Parade CD through, which kind of sucked, but what can you do, right?
Right before Welcome To The Black Parade, Gerard gets EVERYONE to sing Happy Birthday to his dad ("Handsome Don"), and then dedicates the song to him.
A lot of people were chucking shit on the stage throughout the night. This kid Billy, who I mention a little later on, threw a random shoe on stage, and someone threw a bra, which Gerard and Frank both laughed at. There was a fucking CapriSun and, get this, a glowing red dinosaur. Gerard was amused.
Gerard felt up Frankie, Ray tousled Frankie's hair, Mikey fell...it was fucking sweet. It was obvious all the guys were having a kickass time, because they were grinning like madmen. It was glorious.
Around the time they played Mama, I moved more towards the center, where there was more room. Gerard said at one point, per usual, "Open up those fucking moshpits!" Yeah, no one did. So I took some initiative and started one. At first it was me and some 14-year-old kid named Rob, and no one else.
By the time they played Famous Last words, another kid, Billy (who was REALLLLLY hot!) and two other guys were totally into it, too. I guess they all thought I was cool because I was the only girl or something, because they all seemed to like me a lot.
The curtain went down, and the entire crowd chanted for MCR, of course. The curtain rose again, and instead of the huge Black Parade set, the Three Cheers banner was up. Gerard was in his leather jacket and Frank was in a fitted black tee-shirt. (Swoon.) They introduced themselves as My Chemical Romance, which was nice, because I kind of miss all of that. They played almost all of Three Cheers:
I’m Not Okay (I Promise)
It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish
Give ‘Em Hell, Kid
The Ghost Of You
Cemetery Drive
Thank You For The Venom
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
Helena
Everything was just...ugh, amazing. At that point, everyone in the crowd around me seemed to really fucking love me, because instead of just looking at the stage, I was dancing and singing to other people. The coolest guy in a leather coat sang back to me, which was cool.
After the concert, Kristen and I booked it towards the buses again and met up with a few of the people we had met beforehand. We stood there for another hour and 40 minutes before Kristen's parents made us leave. At one point, Worm was passing by and some kid gave him some shit. He stopped dead in his tracks and told the kid to shut the fuck up, because "The guys are in there kissing Warner's asses, because that's what the have to do. They want to make the fans happy, but this is their job, man. Have some fucking patience." The kid kept going, so Worm finally was like, "You know, maybe you should chill the fuck out like everyone else here" (and looked right at Kristen and me). THEN he goes, "You know, you might as well just leave, because they don't need people like you as fans. I'm going to make sure they won't be signing any of your shit tonight."
We were like, Fuck yeah, Worm!
Worm also said that they wouldn't be out for another hour or two. Kristen's parents were understandably tired, but had we been in my car, we definitely would've stayed.
We gave two really nice girls our card to give to the guys. Cindy, one of the girls, called me on the number I left on Saturday and told me that she got the card to Gerard, and said to "Thank Amanda and Kristen for me." Yes. Gerard Way. Said. My name. JFDSJFLJDSFJLDS!
Either way, it was BY FAR the best MCR cnocert I've been to thus far, although I would've loved to hear something from Bullets. Whatever, man, it's all good.
We're going to see them in May at Bamboozle, so that'll fucking OWN.
And now I have a favor to ask of anyone that's up for it.
Kristen and I run a small e-zine called SOS (Saviors of Sound), that focuses on the Jersey scene. We're basically trying to preserve some semblance of good music in the entire fucking country, not JUST Jersey.
Both of us suck a little with HTML, so would anyone be interested in helping us out? Or even if you aren't too HTML-savvy and just want to contribute, please do! Tell us about your local bands, get an interview with a local band, take some pictures, whatever!
Leave a comment if you're interested. :D
And all of the pictures from last night are a few posts down, under Kristen's username.
So we get to the venue just before 3 and go straight to the buses. There are a few other kids there, and we make nice immediately. We find out we've JUST missed Gerard and Bob. Good timing, right? But about ten minutes later, Mikey comes around. Kristen and I made cupcakes for the guys, as we always do, and I scream out, "Mikey, want a cupcake?" He says yes, and I die a little bit. But the security guard drags him away. We think it's because of some shit that went down with Panic At The Disco...apparently some girls made them cookies and put hair in each one? (That is, by the way, completely disgusting.) Before he left, though, Mikey took a picture with this little 11-year-old named Chase. He and his parents flew up from South Florida, which is really cute.
Mikey said he'd be right back, passed by a little later, and then disappeared. None of the guys showed up again, which sucked a little. We waited for three hours.
One of the guys we met there was Rob, who was completely toasted. When we got online, we met up with him, had a sing along in the cold, and just had a great time. We were online for another hour and a half. (It was about 15 degrees, but the wind was intense.)
We finally got inside and were right in the third row. Rise Against completely kicked ass. I'm definitely a fan of them now.
When Gerard came out, he was on a gurney and stood up in a hospital gown. His Black Parade uniform was underneath. They started with The End., of course. When the curtains rose, the most beautiful set was behind them, and everyone looked AMAZING. Frank's hair looks SO GOOD, even though I really miss his piercings. D:
They played the entire Black Parade CD through, which kind of sucked, but what can you do, right?
Right before Welcome To The Black Parade, Gerard gets EVERYONE to sing Happy Birthday to his dad ("Handsome Don"), and then dedicates the song to him.
A lot of people were chucking shit on the stage throughout the night. This kid Billy, who I mention a little later on, threw a random shoe on stage, and someone threw a bra, which Gerard and Frank both laughed at. There was a fucking CapriSun and, get this, a glowing red dinosaur. Gerard was amused.
Gerard felt up Frankie, Ray tousled Frankie's hair, Mikey fell...it was fucking sweet. It was obvious all the guys were having a kickass time, because they were grinning like madmen. It was glorious.
Around the time they played Mama, I moved more towards the center, where there was more room. Gerard said at one point, per usual, "Open up those fucking moshpits!" Yeah, no one did. So I took some initiative and started one. At first it was me and some 14-year-old kid named Rob, and no one else.
By the time they played Famous Last words, another kid, Billy (who was REALLLLLY hot!) and two other guys were totally into it, too. I guess they all thought I was cool because I was the only girl or something, because they all seemed to like me a lot.
The curtain went down, and the entire crowd chanted for MCR, of course. The curtain rose again, and instead of the huge Black Parade set, the Three Cheers banner was up. Gerard was in his leather jacket and Frank was in a fitted black tee-shirt. (Swoon.) They introduced themselves as My Chemical Romance, which was nice, because I kind of miss all of that. They played almost all of Three Cheers:
I’m Not Okay (I Promise)
It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish
Give ‘Em Hell, Kid
The Ghost Of You
Cemetery Drive
Thank You For The Venom
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
Helena
Everything was just...ugh, amazing. At that point, everyone in the crowd around me seemed to really fucking love me, because instead of just looking at the stage, I was dancing and singing to other people. The coolest guy in a leather coat sang back to me, which was cool.
After the concert, Kristen and I booked it towards the buses again and met up with a few of the people we had met beforehand. We stood there for another hour and 40 minutes before Kristen's parents made us leave. At one point, Worm was passing by and some kid gave him some shit. He stopped dead in his tracks and told the kid to shut the fuck up, because "The guys are in there kissing Warner's asses, because that's what the have to do. They want to make the fans happy, but this is their job, man. Have some fucking patience." The kid kept going, so Worm finally was like, "You know, maybe you should chill the fuck out like everyone else here" (and looked right at Kristen and me). THEN he goes, "You know, you might as well just leave, because they don't need people like you as fans. I'm going to make sure they won't be signing any of your shit tonight."
We were like, Fuck yeah, Worm!
Worm also said that they wouldn't be out for another hour or two. Kristen's parents were understandably tired, but had we been in my car, we definitely would've stayed.
We gave two really nice girls our card to give to the guys. Cindy, one of the girls, called me on the number I left on Saturday and told me that she got the card to Gerard, and said to "Thank Amanda and Kristen for me." Yes. Gerard Way. Said. My name. JFDSJFLJDSFJLDS!
Either way, it was BY FAR the best MCR cnocert I've been to thus far, although I would've loved to hear something from Bullets. Whatever, man, it's all good.
We're going to see them in May at Bamboozle, so that'll fucking OWN.
And now I have a favor to ask of anyone that's up for it.
Kristen and I run a small e-zine called SOS (Saviors of Sound), that focuses on the Jersey scene. We're basically trying to preserve some semblance of good music in the entire fucking country, not JUST Jersey.
Both of us suck a little with HTML, so would anyone be interested in helping us out? Or even if you aren't too HTML-savvy and just want to contribute, please do! Tell us about your local bands, get an interview with a local band, take some pictures, whatever!
Leave a comment if you're interested. :D
And all of the pictures from last night are a few posts down, under Kristen's username.