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Two festival concerts, no headliners.
Yeah, we came home without seeing Linkin Park. Tomorrow is Monday, okay? And as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strangecobwebs pointed out to me and bayleaf in the parking lot, Linkin Park after My Chem would have been nothing but the post-coital cigarette, and none of us smoke, so it was just as well.
Bullet points:
-Gerard Way is the fuckin' sheriff of Emo-Town. Cry! Cry!
-Best ever use of Bob's two-drum-kit rotating riser: giving Bob a playmate. Michael Pedicone (of The Bled) joined him up there for Teenagers, and if there is anything more mesmerizing than watching two drummers sitting back to back and playing in unison, I really don't know what it is (apart from maybe the part where Gerard was demanding that we admire Michael's tattooed shirtlessness, and Bob reached back and squeezed his bicep.)
-Gerard was 1 tonight, according to the side of his neck. He also seemed to have something written on the knuckles of his left hand, but I'm fucked if I know what.
-During Mama, there was a break in which Gerard started introducing the band (emphasizing the very low v-neck of Frank's shirt by shoving his hand into it, which seeemed to be the extent of The Gay tonight; grabbing Matt Cortez and then Ray by the hair). James DeWees was playing piano under him as he spoke, and at first I thought I was hallucinating, and then I realized I wasn't, and then I leaned over tostrangecobwebs and said (yelled) "Is that JOURNEY? Is that FAITHFULLY?" AND THEN RAY TORO STARTED PLAYING IT TOO.
-Frank's damage report seemed to amount to one guitar early on and something (a monitor?) off stage right--he was lying down for the end of a song, kicking at something, and a tech had to come out and, I don't know, possibly get him untangled from something, possibly fix whatever it was he knocked down/broke? It was hard t tell. We've all agreed to spend way more money on seats next time.
-Gerard's feather boa was pink.
-Gerard is from New Jersey; he doesn't need your Senses Fail t-shirt, he has like fifteen of those fuckin' things.
-Gerard has discovered fourth base. It is apparently somewhat lower down and further back than third. And calls for more whispering than third, which involved a lot of panting.
strangecobwebs pointed out to me and bayleaf in the parking lot, Linkin Park after My Chem would have been nothing but the post-coital cigarette, and none of us smoke, so it was just as well.Bullet points:
-Gerard Way is the fuckin' sheriff of Emo-Town. Cry! Cry!
-Best ever use of Bob's two-drum-kit rotating riser: giving Bob a playmate. Michael Pedicone (of The Bled) joined him up there for Teenagers, and if there is anything more mesmerizing than watching two drummers sitting back to back and playing in unison, I really don't know what it is (apart from maybe the part where Gerard was demanding that we admire Michael's tattooed shirtlessness, and Bob reached back and squeezed his bicep.)
-Gerard was 1 tonight, according to the side of his neck. He also seemed to have something written on the knuckles of his left hand, but I'm fucked if I know what.
-During Mama, there was a break in which Gerard started introducing the band (emphasizing the very low v-neck of Frank's shirt by shoving his hand into it, which seeemed to be the extent of The Gay tonight; grabbing Matt Cortez and then Ray by the hair). James DeWees was playing piano under him as he spoke, and at first I thought I was hallucinating, and then I realized I wasn't, and then I leaned over to
strangecobwebs and said (yelled) "Is that JOURNEY? Is that FAITHFULLY?" AND THEN RAY TORO STARTED PLAYING IT TOO.-Frank's damage report seemed to amount to one guitar early on and something (a monitor?) off stage right--he was lying down for the end of a song, kicking at something, and a tech had to come out and, I don't know, possibly get him untangled from something, possibly fix whatever it was he knocked down/broke? It was hard t tell. We've all agreed to spend way more money on seats next time.
-Gerard's feather boa was pink.
-Gerard is from New Jersey; he doesn't need your Senses Fail t-shirt, he has like fifteen of those fuckin' things.
-Gerard has discovered fourth base. It is apparently somewhat lower down and further back than third. And calls for more whispering than third, which involved a lot of panting.