blowjobs let me know she cares.
so, last night was the eagerly awaited trip to cardiff for blink 182 (hey now, i can't deny my roots), and it did not dissapoint. oh no it did not.
got picked up from school by lee in his pimping new peugeot 307, and made haste to cardiff via somerfield. upon arriving in said capital city, we got a little lost, drove the wrong way down a road into traffic, asked a cyclist for directions, and arrived roughly when we'd expected to. got on the blower to aj and snuck into the queue with his posse, somewhere near the front. very cold queue it was too, converse are a bad idea for people who want warm feet. lee and i were momentarily distracted by the enormous breasts of one of the girls aj knew, but we pulled ourselves together. come 6:30 and it was doors time, and whilst we weren't at the very front, we were pretty close. some people blew up condoms so they floated around for a bit which was quite novel. then, the pushing started.
the bands weren't even on yet, but the people at the back of the front (work that out!) decided to crush the people at the front. forwards we went. backwards we went. sideways and upwards and downwards and longwards we went. crazy, crazy stuff. i squished a small person by accident, which is a bad feeling. so yes, it was squishy in there.
the kinison were very good to start ("a new way to dance", you love that, right?), but they got worse as i started to have to think about breathing and not about listening. and they didn't play "hey hey hey", but i suppose beggars can't be choosers. the best part about them was the nifty dancing and the fact the singer made sure everyone at the front wasn't dying. for those who were (moi), we got pulled out and made our way to the back.
i stood somewhere near the middle for sugarcult, i'd lost my hat and was feeling a tad queasy. sugarcult were pretty awesome, they played all the ones you'd expect them to play (stuck in america, you're the one, crying, memory, she's the blade, bouncing off the walls etc) but they were just so damn fun you couldn't help but like it. they frenzied up the crowd real good ("if anyone falls down in the mosh pit.... tear their arms and legs off!"), and played a pretty tight set, no complaints there. they certainly went down better than deathcab would have.
i grabbed some water and made my way forwards a bit, to wait 45 minutes for the stage crew to set up blink's screens behind a big fuck off curtain. highlight of the interval were one by one, where most people sung along, american idiot, where everyone apart from the four chavs behind me sung along, and such great hights by the postal service, to which i sung along dilligently. i enjoyed the fact that the used followed the postal service, good to see a bit of variation. so anyway, yadda yadda yadda. then blink 182 came on.
the place went crazy, as you'd expect i suppose. as far as i remember, they played most of the new album (with the exception of always, go and i'm lost without you), and it was all good. feeling this lasted about 1:45, it was tres fast. i seem to remember tom introducing violence like this "this song is about the love between a man, and a woman. it's about when a woman takes a man's heart, rips it clean out, and shits all over it. that never happens to us, we're too handsome for that shit, but it might happen to you". i was surprised at just how good they were live, i expected them to be a lot more ragged at that kind of pace. i'd promised myself i'd lose my crowdsurfing virginity at blink, but i decided to wait until they played some old stuff. at the arrival of dick lips, incidentally one of my favourite songs, it was time to go. crowdsurfing 10'000 ish people is the best thing one can do. i went four or five times (dick lips, man overboard, what's my age again, reckless abandon and josie) and managed not to lose my shoes or phone. my shirt did get ripped clean off, but it was only a cheap h&m tee i was wearing under my proper shirt, i can replace it.
forget the crowdsurfing though, the highlight of the set was yet to come. after reckless abandon, i think, the lights went out, and mark and tom did a lot of instrumental stuff. i'd just been over the front crowdsurfing, so i was going round the back, when all of a sudden a drumkit rose out of the sound stage part, complete with one travis barker. seriously, there is nothing like that man drumming. he had the rotating kit, the lights, the solo. it was fantastic, i was so close, but i moved out when it started getting pushy. couldn't believe how he just popped up at the back though, absolutely fantastic. anyway, they closed with dammit and it was immense. mark stayed on stage, for a speech.
"...have you ever been to a concert where you thought 'hey, you know, that concert kicked fucking ass, but i wish one thing could have been different; if only the bass player had done a drum solo. well, here i go"
then followed a commendable drum solo. good on him.
quotes of the gig:
tom: "she left me roses on the stairs, blowjobs let me know she cares"
mark: "who threw me a minidisk? who listens to minidisk? you might as well have thrown me a fucking 8-track from the 70's"
tom: "my grandad jacks off to minidisk. naw, i lie, i lie..... it's my uncle"
tom: "in about 6 seconds, i'm going to play the rest of this song, and every single fucking one of you is going to dance. dance, or you're a pussy shithead"
mark: "hey, no, you don't have to dance. i'm not going to dance, and i'm not a pussy shithead. everyone tell tom to fuck off"
everyone: "fuck off tom!"
tom: *satan voice* "do as i say!"
tom: "my name is thomas delonge, i'm 28. i'm like the archer, y'know? i fire the arrow in the air, and where it lands, i don't care cos i'm good in bed"
tom: "you wanna scream? i'll give you something to scream about" *points to his ass which wiggles provocatively*
tom: "hey mark. mark. what are you doing?"
mark: "i'm bringing the concert to a grinding halt, what are you doing?"
i'm sure i forgot some, but either way, they were funny, tight, entertaining and everything i've loved about them since i was 12.
as my dear friend matt put it: "are we in aggreeance (sic) that that was fucking awesome? if i was gay, i'd let travis pop my cherry"
and that my friends, says it all.
got picked up from school by lee in his pimping new peugeot 307, and made haste to cardiff via somerfield. upon arriving in said capital city, we got a little lost, drove the wrong way down a road into traffic, asked a cyclist for directions, and arrived roughly when we'd expected to. got on the blower to aj and snuck into the queue with his posse, somewhere near the front. very cold queue it was too, converse are a bad idea for people who want warm feet. lee and i were momentarily distracted by the enormous breasts of one of the girls aj knew, but we pulled ourselves together. come 6:30 and it was doors time, and whilst we weren't at the very front, we were pretty close. some people blew up condoms so they floated around for a bit which was quite novel. then, the pushing started.
the bands weren't even on yet, but the people at the back of the front (work that out!) decided to crush the people at the front. forwards we went. backwards we went. sideways and upwards and downwards and longwards we went. crazy, crazy stuff. i squished a small person by accident, which is a bad feeling. so yes, it was squishy in there.
the kinison were very good to start ("a new way to dance", you love that, right?), but they got worse as i started to have to think about breathing and not about listening. and they didn't play "hey hey hey", but i suppose beggars can't be choosers. the best part about them was the nifty dancing and the fact the singer made sure everyone at the front wasn't dying. for those who were (moi), we got pulled out and made our way to the back.
i stood somewhere near the middle for sugarcult, i'd lost my hat and was feeling a tad queasy. sugarcult were pretty awesome, they played all the ones you'd expect them to play (stuck in america, you're the one, crying, memory, she's the blade, bouncing off the walls etc) but they were just so damn fun you couldn't help but like it. they frenzied up the crowd real good ("if anyone falls down in the mosh pit.... tear their arms and legs off!"), and played a pretty tight set, no complaints there. they certainly went down better than deathcab would have.
i grabbed some water and made my way forwards a bit, to wait 45 minutes for the stage crew to set up blink's screens behind a big fuck off curtain. highlight of the interval were one by one, where most people sung along, american idiot, where everyone apart from the four chavs behind me sung along, and such great hights by the postal service, to which i sung along dilligently. i enjoyed the fact that the used followed the postal service, good to see a bit of variation. so anyway, yadda yadda yadda. then blink 182 came on.
the place went crazy, as you'd expect i suppose. as far as i remember, they played most of the new album (with the exception of always, go and i'm lost without you), and it was all good. feeling this lasted about 1:45, it was tres fast. i seem to remember tom introducing violence like this "this song is about the love between a man, and a woman. it's about when a woman takes a man's heart, rips it clean out, and shits all over it. that never happens to us, we're too handsome for that shit, but it might happen to you". i was surprised at just how good they were live, i expected them to be a lot more ragged at that kind of pace. i'd promised myself i'd lose my crowdsurfing virginity at blink, but i decided to wait until they played some old stuff. at the arrival of dick lips, incidentally one of my favourite songs, it was time to go. crowdsurfing 10'000 ish people is the best thing one can do. i went four or five times (dick lips, man overboard, what's my age again, reckless abandon and josie) and managed not to lose my shoes or phone. my shirt did get ripped clean off, but it was only a cheap h&m tee i was wearing under my proper shirt, i can replace it.
forget the crowdsurfing though, the highlight of the set was yet to come. after reckless abandon, i think, the lights went out, and mark and tom did a lot of instrumental stuff. i'd just been over the front crowdsurfing, so i was going round the back, when all of a sudden a drumkit rose out of the sound stage part, complete with one travis barker. seriously, there is nothing like that man drumming. he had the rotating kit, the lights, the solo. it was fantastic, i was so close, but i moved out when it started getting pushy. couldn't believe how he just popped up at the back though, absolutely fantastic. anyway, they closed with dammit and it was immense. mark stayed on stage, for a speech.
"...have you ever been to a concert where you thought 'hey, you know, that concert kicked fucking ass, but i wish one thing could have been different; if only the bass player had done a drum solo. well, here i go"
then followed a commendable drum solo. good on him.
quotes of the gig:
tom: "she left me roses on the stairs, blowjobs let me know she cares"
mark: "who threw me a minidisk? who listens to minidisk? you might as well have thrown me a fucking 8-track from the 70's"
tom: "my grandad jacks off to minidisk. naw, i lie, i lie..... it's my uncle"
tom: "in about 6 seconds, i'm going to play the rest of this song, and every single fucking one of you is going to dance. dance, or you're a pussy shithead"
mark: "hey, no, you don't have to dance. i'm not going to dance, and i'm not a pussy shithead. everyone tell tom to fuck off"
everyone: "fuck off tom!"
tom: *satan voice* "do as i say!"
tom: "my name is thomas delonge, i'm 28. i'm like the archer, y'know? i fire the arrow in the air, and where it lands, i don't care cos i'm good in bed"
tom: "you wanna scream? i'll give you something to scream about" *points to his ass which wiggles provocatively*
tom: "hey mark. mark. what are you doing?"
mark: "i'm bringing the concert to a grinding halt, what are you doing?"
i'm sure i forgot some, but either way, they were funny, tight, entertaining and everything i've loved about them since i was 12.
as my dear friend matt put it: "are we in aggreeance (sic) that that was fucking awesome? if i was gay, i'd let travis pop my cherry"
and that my friends, says it all.