Did Gabe Saporta tell you to wear so much fucking neon?

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Yesterday was my first concert ever! Joe, Robert, Hanah, and I drove up to Indianapolis' White River State Park to see Believers Never Die Part Deux, with Hey Monday, All Time Low, Cobra Starship, and Metro Station opening for Fall Out Boy.



Hey Monday: Cassadee is adorable, and her so is her lead guitarist. The crowd was kind of so-so, but if I'd known their songs I'd have definitely sung and danced around. Good performance, definitely. :)

All Time Low: Well, they didn't ask anyone to throw their bras onstage tonight, which I'd read in other recaps had happened at a few of their other shows on this tour (Boston comes to mind). Here we had the first appearance of the unwanted mosh pit. The banter was more memorable than the music, and the banter wasn't great. Lines that stick out in my mind that really give a good sampling of their onstage personas include: "I want to see a lot of movement, and a lot of genitalia!" and "The good old 'penis in the popcorn' trick. Just don't get buttered popcorn, butter in your pee hole isn't fun. Or salt. Penis in the popcorn, no salt or butter." It left kind of a bad impression, but whatever, I wasn't there to see ATL. And if they had told the girls in the audience to show them their tits, I would have choked out the two girls in front of me and forced them to listen to Gerard Way giving his "if a shitty guy in a shitty rock band wants to see your tits" speech. Hell, I might listen to it again anyway.

Cobra Starship: Oh Cobra. ♥♥♥ You guys made my night. It had been cloudy during the first two sets, and sprinkled a little during ATL, but when Cobra came on it started to POUR. They were still hyped up, but it threw them when during the worst of the rain, Ryland and Alex couldn't play guitar or bass because the rain was fucking their instruments up. (Kiss My Sass, City Is At War, Pete Wentz Is the Only Reason We're Famous, Smile for the Paparazzi, Bring It (Snakes On A Plane) [Cassadee did Bill Beckett's part!], Guilty Pleasure--not necessarily in that order.) Gabe tried to get a mosh pit going, but it didn't take. :D

Metro Station: I actually have no recollection of most of their set. The keyboard/synthesizer guy played two synths simultaneously, the not-Trace Cyrus singer wore a fedora, Trace was absolutely plastered, and I stand by any and all assertions that he is a skinny, creepy motherfucker. He's like a more heavily tattooed Marilyn Manson.
The reason I don't remember most of their set is because halfway into their second song, some teenage punk who was crowdsurfing fell off of the crowd and landed on my head. I was understandably distracted from their set by pain, dizziness, disorientation, a little blinding fury, and later bemusement: the punk ended up standing next to me for the next 45 minutes and kept sneaking glances to see if I was okay. He didn't move for the rest of the set--no jumping, no handwaving, nothing; just stood there sneaking glances.
Even a possible concussion couldn't have kept me from staying to see...

Fall Out Boy: Obviously, the main attraction. The crowd was ON for them last night, knew every word to every song and sang them at the top of their lungs. Pete was a little less than sober, but not bad--just a little blurry around the edges of his words. They were pretty energetic, and got even more animated towards the end of their set. About 2/3 of the way through their performance I had to get out of the main crush of the crowd. Too many people too close for too long was making my claustrophobia kick in. (I got out of the crowd without much trouble--politeness goes a long way, people. Especially you, bitch with the Batman tattoo!)

Setlist: (in order, because I typed it up on my phone as the show progressed)
Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes
Thriller
A Little Less 16 Candles
Sugar We're Goin' Down
Nobody Wants to See Us Together
Arms Race
I Don't Care
Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet
I Slept with Someone in FOB
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
What a Catch Donnie
(Coffee's for Closers)
My Winona
Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over
Beat It
America's Suitehearts
Thnks fr th Mmrs
Tiffany Blews
Dance Dance
Saturday

The best banter ever:
Pete: Did Gabe Saporta tell you to wear so much fucking neon? I like it, but it's fucking bright. If you were on a bicycle I would not hit you with my car. Or maybe I would; I'm fucking weird.

When I finished writing this on paper, I'd been up for 22.5 hours. I was so tired, but a good tired. My feet hurt like hell, though; I wore the boots Jay got me, and much as I love them, they were not meant to wear to a concert like Believers Never Die. I had such a great time, though. And, fun fact for next time I go to a concert with no seating: Standing in the middle, where the crowd breaks? Best view, and nobody crushes you to get your spot.

Comments

[duchesspariah.livejournal.com]

LOL.

You are such a fangirl. ;)