Fall Out Boy at Hammersmith: Thnks fr th Knckrs
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gaelic_angel and myself, as we'd already been awake over forty hours when we arrived at the venue.
At around 10.30pm GMT the night before, when the boys were on stage in Brixton, we were making a flight transfer from Vancouver to London in Chicago. How's that for irony?
There were already quite a lot of people in the queue when we arrived, but we joinedfadefromblack (Liberty) and her friends Sarah and Harps and got settled.
We set up shop (to the looks of some very bemused fans) and then, gradually set about recruiting people to join in.
Meanwhile, Lib, Sarah and Harps went to interview Cobra Starship for their music blogzine, Literate & Stylish (I believe that will be up soon, although it's not just yet).
Finally, at 7pm, we made it inside, and actually found ourselves on the barrier - right in front of the Troh's mic. WIN.
The first band on, Shiny Toy Guns, were freaking amazing. Their drummer was really great fun to watch. We'd definitely all recommend you check them out.
After STG, Cobra Starship came on. Gabe had sprained his ankle the night before, but it didn't stop him jumping around and dancing LIKE A TOTAL NUTTER. It was the first time I'd seen them and by God, I will be getting tickets to the headline tour if it kills me. They were brilliant and so much fun.
We actually threw a pair of pants at Gabe with the message "The Calm Before the Storm..." written on them, but they were taken off stage before he'd had a good look at them.
Pete stood on the stage-left a lot, watching the other two bands and wearing the green and blue hoodie. Apparently, he'd worn four different ones by the end of the night.
Then, the boys came on - standing on the riser at the back of the stage, behind a massive curtain, which dropped to reveal them all standing there with their instruments. Patrick jumped straight down the front and Joe and Pete ran down the ramps. They opened with 'Lawyers...' and just burst through loads of really awesome songs.
Our cues had been Arms Race and Where is Your Boy? and Boy came first. A few pairs and - alarmingly - a fuschia bra had already sailed on to the stage, Charlie and Dirty were sitting on our side and running out to collect them. Dirty had to keep mopping up water, and it was really hilarious, because he'd just done one spill, and then someone threw another bottle, and he did a little exasperated palm-spread and, "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!". We loved that guy, seriously.
When the time came, our corner threw perfectly on "waking up with pants on". Pete was on our side of the stage at the time and he looked a bit surprised for a fraction of a second and then started laughing. Charlie and Dirty were laughing, too, and then Gabe Saporta ran on stage to join in, and was particularly taken with a large granny pair - cunningly
byloversdance and her sister - and held them aloft, yelling, "THNKS FR TH KNCKRS!" and then ran around with them. I've also been told that Joe reached out and caught a pair at one point and then promptly dropped them, but I didn't see that personally. I think it took Patrick a moment to realise anything had happened and he had to do a bit of a double-take.
There was a general sense of "HOLYSHITWTF?!", but that was what we were going for. I gave Dirty a thumbs up while he was looking at me and laughing, and he grinned. Later, he would get thrown through a table, off the riser, and break his arm. And still run down the front and help Pete during Saturday and also help people out of the crowd. I say again: WITH A BROKEN ARM. What a dude.
More pants were thrown at both our other cues, in 'Arms Race' and 'Saturday', and people started throwing t-shirts and things. Pete came out after their break and yelled, "We've had a lot of underwear thrown on stage, tonight, and I just want to say - save it for Britney Spears, it's fucking ridiculous!"
We don't think he was serious, because he clearly thought it was hilarious when we first threw them. We're going to have to think carefully, if he objects again - and please, please don't throw bras or anything you have actually been wearing.
They played some really unexpected songs, like 'The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes' and 'Grenade Jumper' - which has been re-dedicated to Hey Kris, the band's 'Tour Mom'.
After the show, we went outside to loiter by the stage door - as did a lot of other people. Eventually, Dirty and Charlie came out - Charlie insisting that no one was coming out. Nobody believed him and kept talking over him, so he said that if they didn't shut up he wouldn't finish and would go inside. I bellowed, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" at the top of my voice (and I have volume to equal Patrick's range, I kid you not) and two things happened: people shut up and Charlie laughed.
He eventually agreed to have Patrick come out and meet people, but the four of us - Julie, Lib, Sarah and myself - were chatting to Dirty, who was proudly displaying his obviously fucked up arm ("Touch it - look, touch it! It's swollen!"). He seemed really pleased that we asked about Dilyn. But then Charlie made the four of us step forward and sent us to the back of the line for talking. We like to think he did that on purpose because we actually got to talk to Patrick for a bit longer - and when I asked Charlie for a hug, he actually let me do it. I think Lib also hugged him. Charlie is awesome, even if he doesn't want you to know that.
Patrick was great. I asked him if he got the joke with the pants and he did, which was cool. I told him I'd accidentally started a cult, and he laughed andd said, "Well, nobody ever means to start a cult..." at which point, Julie replied, "She did!"
I told him I'd been awake 52 hours (actually, I miscounted - it was closer to 56) and said thanks for coming out and spending so much time talking to people and he patted my elbow and said something like, "It's nothing, thanks to you guys for coming."
It was, all in all, fucking brilliant. Dirty and Charlie are my new favourite people.
gaelic_angel and myself, as we'd already been awake over forty hours when we arrived at the venue.At around 10.30pm GMT the night before, when the boys were on stage in Brixton, we were making a flight transfer from Vancouver to London in Chicago. How's that for irony?
There were already quite a lot of people in the queue when we arrived, but we joined
fadefromblack (Liberty) and her friends Sarah and Harps and got settled.We set up shop (to the looks of some very bemused fans) and then, gradually set about recruiting people to join in.
Meanwhile, Lib, Sarah and Harps went to interview Cobra Starship for their music blogzine, Literate & Stylish (I believe that will be up soon, although it's not just yet).
Finally, at 7pm, we made it inside, and actually found ourselves on the barrier - right in front of the Troh's mic. WIN.
The first band on, Shiny Toy Guns, were freaking amazing. Their drummer was really great fun to watch. We'd definitely all recommend you check them out.
After STG, Cobra Starship came on. Gabe had sprained his ankle the night before, but it didn't stop him jumping around and dancing LIKE A TOTAL NUTTER. It was the first time I'd seen them and by God, I will be getting tickets to the headline tour if it kills me. They were brilliant and so much fun.
We actually threw a pair of pants at Gabe with the message "The Calm Before the Storm..." written on them, but they were taken off stage before he'd had a good look at them.
Pete stood on the stage-left a lot, watching the other two bands and wearing the green and blue hoodie. Apparently, he'd worn four different ones by the end of the night.
Then, the boys came on - standing on the riser at the back of the stage, behind a massive curtain, which dropped to reveal them all standing there with their instruments. Patrick jumped straight down the front and Joe and Pete ran down the ramps. They opened with 'Lawyers...' and just burst through loads of really awesome songs.
Our cues had been Arms Race and Where is Your Boy? and Boy came first. A few pairs and - alarmingly - a fuschia bra had already sailed on to the stage, Charlie and Dirty were sitting on our side and running out to collect them. Dirty had to keep mopping up water, and it was really hilarious, because he'd just done one spill, and then someone threw another bottle, and he did a little exasperated palm-spread and, "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!". We loved that guy, seriously.
When the time came, our corner threw perfectly on "waking up with pants on". Pete was on our side of the stage at the time and he looked a bit surprised for a fraction of a second and then started laughing. Charlie and Dirty were laughing, too, and then Gabe Saporta ran on stage to join in, and was particularly taken with a large granny pair - cunningly
by
loversdance and her sister - and held them aloft, yelling, "THNKS FR TH KNCKRS!" and then ran around with them. I've also been told that Joe reached out and caught a pair at one point and then promptly dropped them, but I didn't see that personally. I think it took Patrick a moment to realise anything had happened and he had to do a bit of a double-take.There was a general sense of "HOLYSHITWTF?!", but that was what we were going for. I gave Dirty a thumbs up while he was looking at me and laughing, and he grinned. Later, he would get thrown through a table, off the riser, and break his arm. And still run down the front and help Pete during Saturday and also help people out of the crowd. I say again: WITH A BROKEN ARM. What a dude.
More pants were thrown at both our other cues, in 'Arms Race' and 'Saturday', and people started throwing t-shirts and things. Pete came out after their break and yelled, "We've had a lot of underwear thrown on stage, tonight, and I just want to say - save it for Britney Spears, it's fucking ridiculous!"
We don't think he was serious, because he clearly thought it was hilarious when we first threw them. We're going to have to think carefully, if he objects again - and please, please don't throw bras or anything you have actually been wearing.
They played some really unexpected songs, like 'The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes' and 'Grenade Jumper' - which has been re-dedicated to Hey Kris, the band's 'Tour Mom'.
After the show, we went outside to loiter by the stage door - as did a lot of other people. Eventually, Dirty and Charlie came out - Charlie insisting that no one was coming out. Nobody believed him and kept talking over him, so he said that if they didn't shut up he wouldn't finish and would go inside. I bellowed, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" at the top of my voice (and I have volume to equal Patrick's range, I kid you not) and two things happened: people shut up and Charlie laughed.
He eventually agreed to have Patrick come out and meet people, but the four of us - Julie, Lib, Sarah and myself - were chatting to Dirty, who was proudly displaying his obviously fucked up arm ("Touch it - look, touch it! It's swollen!"). He seemed really pleased that we asked about Dilyn. But then Charlie made the four of us step forward and sent us to the back of the line for talking. We like to think he did that on purpose because we actually got to talk to Patrick for a bit longer - and when I asked Charlie for a hug, he actually let me do it. I think Lib also hugged him. Charlie is awesome, even if he doesn't want you to know that.
Patrick was great. I asked him if he got the joke with the pants and he did, which was cool. I told him I'd accidentally started a cult, and he laughed andd said, "Well, nobody ever means to start a cult..." at which point, Julie replied, "She did!"
I told him I'd been awake 52 hours (actually, I miscounted - it was closer to 56) and said thanks for coming out and spending so much time talking to people and he patted my elbow and said something like, "It's nothing, thanks to you guys for coming."
It was, all in all, fucking brilliant. Dirty and Charlie are my new favourite people.
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on 2007-04-04 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-04-04 10:50 pm (UTC)What have you done to meeeee?
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on 2007-04-04 10:51 pm (UTC)I have those CDs we were going to give you, here - I can post them to you, if you want.
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on 2007-04-04 11:21 pm (UTC)I'll email you my address. Unless you feel like adding me on myspace, then I can whack it over via there.
And if you do, check out my profile song. LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME.
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on 2007-04-04 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-04-10 11:13 pm (UTC)One down, six and a half billion to go....
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on 2007-04-10 11:19 pm (UTC)