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Jason Mraz, supported by Robert Post , March 5th 2006
This show was amazing. But lets start from the beginning.
Got up at 5:30 (yes, really that early. Wow.), and Amy's mum took us to Bristol to catch the 7:35 bus. Upon boarding said bus (well, coach really), we are overjoyed to discover that we have TELEVISIONS! And the first thing on was 'My Dad's The Prime Minister', which we both have now realised, is amazing. We also watched such gems as 'What Rich Men Do With All Their Money (this wasn't the title, more the general gist of the show), Top Gear (is love, Amy ahtes it), and 'Showbiz', which repeats itself and had Dominic Monaghan in it! Amy took a picture the second time that this show played. Oh, and o course I mustn't forget, the show on London TV, which was called (I think) Go London. Basically a tour guide, but on the telly. Fascinating. Really.
We got off the coach at Birmingham, for a 40 minute wait (during which time, we attempt to make a map to get us from the coach station to our hotel. Becuase I didn't do that. Oooops.). While we're queueing for the next coach, Amy points out to me a cute guy a few people ahead of us. When we get on said coach, I make sure we sit across from this cute guy (hey, I mean it's a three hour journey. And there were no tv's. What's a lonely single girl to do?). Amy thought that this was retarded of me. But she appreciated it. So anyway, we start talking about the show and Amy gets out her dvd case and this guy leans over and say 'Hey, are you going to see Jason Mraz tonight?'
*cue excited looks between Amy and me* 'What, in Manchester? Yeah, are you?'
'YES! I'm doing the whole tour!'
He was super nice. His name is Reese (which we didnt find out till later) and he walks super fast and helps us find our hotel even though he says he's following us, and we think he's gay.
So, the afternoon passes (not so interesting really), and Amy and I turn up at the venue at like 6, beucase we figure there won't be hardxcore fans like for Fall Out Boy. This assumption appears to be correct as there are only like 20 people there already. Maybe 30, I don't know. On our way to the venue we are 95% certain we actually walked past Jason. It was exciting and if it was him, he sure knew about it beucase he kept giving us wierd looks throughout the concert. But maybe that's beucase we're retarded. About 5 minutes after we get there, part of the venue nearly fell on Amy's head. It was hilarity personified. (Really, it was just a banner attached to the building that blew wildly around but lots of people thought it would fall down, honest. Or at least the 2 irish dudes behind us did). Whilst queueing for Jason it became apparent that there would be as many, if not more, boys there than girls. Which is amazing.
We're let in the venue at just before 7, and are waiting around in there for an hour before the concert starts. It's pretty crowded, I mean there's 2500 people I think, but me and Amy have front row so all is good. About 20 mintues through said waiting time, one of the group of 6 German girls next to me turns to me and says 'You are pushing us to nothing!'. She meant that her group or friends was being pushed back so instead of being 2 rows of 3, they were now 3 rows of 2. This of course was enirely my fault. Beucase I'm a bitch like that. See, what I did was contact the entire crowd beforehand and tell them that their mission, should they choose to accept it, was to mess with the standing order of these German girls. Twat.
Me and Amy then spent a lot of time bitching about how the German girl and her buddy were bitching about me (3 of the girls were retarded, 2 were realy nice and 1 i had no contact with so couldn't say either way. So it's not liek I'm saying all Germans are idiots. Just this one retard and her 2 retarded friends.)
Anyway, these 3 girls were btiching about us in German, and we were bitching in english (which, they could understand, quite well. And it's not like we were being quiet about it.). And after a while, Amy says, really loudly, 'Soph, did I tell you I got an A in German at A'level?'. To which I replied '*blank stare* You didnt TAKE German.....'. This turned out to be Amy trying to let these girls know we could understand them. In Amy's imaginary A-levels she got an A in French too. Isn't she clever? Anyway, every time Amy said 'German' or 'Germany', this girl apparently whipped her head round so fast, she nearly got headlock, and MOTHERFUCKINGGLARED. Really.
So, anyway, the support act came on at like 8. His name was Robert Post, and he is from Norway, and he's really good and I didn't know this but I actually knew some of his songs. Amy thought I was being stupid (fair shout) till I actually started singing along. Robert Post is cute as a button and has a cute bassist to match. His name was Andy and he had this wierd moustache thing going on, which Robert Post told the whole audience that he thought it was shit. Haha.
Then Jason came on, at just before 9 (he was supposed to start at 9, but 'It's fucking cold out there, and it's really warm here, and you guys are all here and ready, so I though, why the hell not?'). He was amazing, his set was awsome, and the crowd loved him. My favourite parts were probably the 'Our House (Mi Casa)' parts and the stuff like that, because the audience were amazing then, it was like we were a big group of friends. My favourite song he played was probably Mr Curiosity, or You And I Both. Or Wordplay. Damn, it's so hard to choose!
The whole show was awesome beucase it alternated between feeling so small, like I was the only person there (that was especially so for Robert Post), and to this amazing feeling of unity with everyone else there, even though we'd never met. And it was so calm! I couldn't believe it, Fall Out Boy was so manic and this was so..... well, calm. Nice and civlised.
The day after, was also much fun. Amy and I spent far toooooo much money, and Amy was an idiot in more ways than usual. Really. I won't say in case she hits me. But lets just say, she puts things in stupd places and then thinks she's lost them. 'tard.
On the coach home, we were in the most disgusting maroon-and-mustard coach EVER. It wasn't a NE coach, it was some random company. It was disgusting. But luckily on the Birmingham to Bristol part, we had a normal coach... with tv's! We watched 'My Dad's The Prime Minister' again, and it was amazing. But they showed the same fake-episode of Top Gear. Not impressed.
And we finally got home at like 9:30. All in all, an aweomse sort-of weekend. :)
This show was amazing. But lets start from the beginning.
Got up at 5:30 (yes, really that early. Wow.), and Amy's mum took us to Bristol to catch the 7:35 bus. Upon boarding said bus (well, coach really), we are overjoyed to discover that we have TELEVISIONS! And the first thing on was 'My Dad's The Prime Minister', which we both have now realised, is amazing. We also watched such gems as 'What Rich Men Do With All Their Money (this wasn't the title, more the general gist of the show), Top Gear (is love, Amy ahtes it), and 'Showbiz', which repeats itself and had Dominic Monaghan in it! Amy took a picture the second time that this show played. Oh, and o course I mustn't forget, the show on London TV, which was called (I think) Go London. Basically a tour guide, but on the telly. Fascinating. Really.
We got off the coach at Birmingham, for a 40 minute wait (during which time, we attempt to make a map to get us from the coach station to our hotel. Becuase I didn't do that. Oooops.). While we're queueing for the next coach, Amy points out to me a cute guy a few people ahead of us. When we get on said coach, I make sure we sit across from this cute guy (hey, I mean it's a three hour journey. And there were no tv's. What's a lonely single girl to do?). Amy thought that this was retarded of me. But she appreciated it. So anyway, we start talking about the show and Amy gets out her dvd case and this guy leans over and say 'Hey, are you going to see Jason Mraz tonight?'
*cue excited looks between Amy and me* 'What, in Manchester? Yeah, are you?'
'YES! I'm doing the whole tour!'
He was super nice. His name is Reese (which we didnt find out till later) and he walks super fast and helps us find our hotel even though he says he's following us, and we think he's gay.
So, the afternoon passes (not so interesting really), and Amy and I turn up at the venue at like 6, beucase we figure there won't be hardxcore fans like for Fall Out Boy. This assumption appears to be correct as there are only like 20 people there already. Maybe 30, I don't know. On our way to the venue we are 95% certain we actually walked past Jason. It was exciting and if it was him, he sure knew about it beucase he kept giving us wierd looks throughout the concert. But maybe that's beucase we're retarded. About 5 minutes after we get there, part of the venue nearly fell on Amy's head. It was hilarity personified. (Really, it was just a banner attached to the building that blew wildly around but lots of people thought it would fall down, honest. Or at least the 2 irish dudes behind us did). Whilst queueing for Jason it became apparent that there would be as many, if not more, boys there than girls. Which is amazing.
We're let in the venue at just before 7, and are waiting around in there for an hour before the concert starts. It's pretty crowded, I mean there's 2500 people I think, but me and Amy have front row so all is good. About 20 mintues through said waiting time, one of the group of 6 German girls next to me turns to me and says 'You are pushing us to nothing!'. She meant that her group or friends was being pushed back so instead of being 2 rows of 3, they were now 3 rows of 2. This of course was enirely my fault. Beucase I'm a bitch like that. See, what I did was contact the entire crowd beforehand and tell them that their mission, should they choose to accept it, was to mess with the standing order of these German girls. Twat.
Me and Amy then spent a lot of time bitching about how the German girl and her buddy were bitching about me (3 of the girls were retarded, 2 were realy nice and 1 i had no contact with so couldn't say either way. So it's not liek I'm saying all Germans are idiots. Just this one retard and her 2 retarded friends.)
Anyway, these 3 girls were btiching about us in German, and we were bitching in english (which, they could understand, quite well. And it's not like we were being quiet about it.). And after a while, Amy says, really loudly, 'Soph, did I tell you I got an A in German at A'level?'. To which I replied '*blank stare* You didnt TAKE German.....'. This turned out to be Amy trying to let these girls know we could understand them. In Amy's imaginary A-levels she got an A in French too. Isn't she clever? Anyway, every time Amy said 'German' or 'Germany', this girl apparently whipped her head round so fast, she nearly got headlock, and MOTHERFUCKINGGLARED. Really.
So, anyway, the support act came on at like 8. His name was Robert Post, and he is from Norway, and he's really good and I didn't know this but I actually knew some of his songs. Amy thought I was being stupid (fair shout) till I actually started singing along. Robert Post is cute as a button and has a cute bassist to match. His name was Andy and he had this wierd moustache thing going on, which Robert Post told the whole audience that he thought it was shit. Haha.
Then Jason came on, at just before 9 (he was supposed to start at 9, but 'It's fucking cold out there, and it's really warm here, and you guys are all here and ready, so I though, why the hell not?'). He was amazing, his set was awsome, and the crowd loved him. My favourite parts were probably the 'Our House (Mi Casa)' parts and the stuff like that, because the audience were amazing then, it was like we were a big group of friends. My favourite song he played was probably Mr Curiosity, or You And I Both. Or Wordplay. Damn, it's so hard to choose!
The whole show was awesome beucase it alternated between feeling so small, like I was the only person there (that was especially so for Robert Post), and to this amazing feeling of unity with everyone else there, even though we'd never met. And it was so calm! I couldn't believe it, Fall Out Boy was so manic and this was so..... well, calm. Nice and civlised.
The day after, was also much fun. Amy and I spent far toooooo much money, and Amy was an idiot in more ways than usual. Really. I won't say in case she hits me. But lets just say, she puts things in stupd places and then thinks she's lost them. 'tard.
On the coach home, we were in the most disgusting maroon-and-mustard coach EVER. It wasn't a NE coach, it was some random company. It was disgusting. But luckily on the Birmingham to Bristol part, we had a normal coach... with tv's! We watched 'My Dad's The Prime Minister' again, and it was amazing. But they showed the same fake-episode of Top Gear. Not impressed.
And we finally got home at like 9:30. All in all, an aweomse sort-of weekend. :)