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30 Seconds to Mars concert
Aug. 31st, 2006 01:59 pmAnd here we are, with the concert all over and the VMAs tonight and my favorite band nominated.
Yesterday really started when Brittany got here and we ran out to the train station. We missed the first train, but it's just as well, because we got there in plenty of time. The train ride in was uneventful yet fun. The cab ride to Webster Hall was brief and only $7.
( Making the important donation, waiting on line, getting to know my camera intimately. )
( Inside Webster Hall )
( Biting Ozzy's style, how awesome Shannon is, Tomo hiding behind equipment, and the set list. )
( Turorial: how to get acknowledged by Jared, how to get a kiss from Jared. What became of our donations. )
( This is the story of my life... )
Ahh, then they played The Kill, which was the highlight of the night, if you ask me. Not only because it's one of my favorites, but because the crowd was so into it, and the band was so into the crowd being into it, and it was great fun to sing along. Jared did a really cool crowd-walk. If anyone would like to watch the video for The Kill that I taped, you may see it here, ( behind the cut. )
The sound totally sucks. Sorry about that.
( Do you kiss your Mom with that mouth? Or, alternately: No, YOUR mom is in the audience! )
With a slightly (unintentionall, I'm sure) hubristic toss of his black and red hair, an "OMGs I am SO OUTTA HERE!!" hand gesture, and a friendly pat to Matt's arm, Jared was the first to leave the stage. He was followed by Matt and Tomo, then Shannon came down from his drum kit. ( See the ending here. Watch as the sight of Shannon with his shirt off makes me drop my camera. That's me you hear giggling at my own stupidity. )
Seriously, how funny was that?
Sadly, all of my pictures really suck, too. ( But here are a few of them anyway. )
And then it was over! The rest of the night was kind of anticlimactic for me, although it was now Brittany's turn to go all kinds of crazy.
( Drunk girls still love Jordan Catalano. Seriously. )
( Taking Back Sunday, and getting bounced. )
So Brit and I headed back to Penn Station, where some guy was puking very loudly right next to us as we walked to the entrance. I thought that was gross and kind of ignored him. I mean, really! Go puke somewhere else, not in public! Later, I was to have more sympathy for him.
( Obnoxious Bellowing Boy who HATES CHRISTY OMGS!! And a creepy, staring boy. )
The car ride home was atrocious. Props to Brittany for keeping me occupied and alert, but all I wanted to do was throw up. My head was pounding and all I could taste was sour ice cream and orange juice. I've never gotten car sick while I was actually driving before; it was ridiculous. That's the worst feeling. Makes me sick again just thinking of it.
I guess we got home at around 3 AM. I took a shower and checked my email. I had, earlier, entered the latest MTV contest to go to the VMA thing with 30 STM. They were looking for 20 fans to accompany them. I thought, What a wonderful idea, and sent in my entry. Once again, MTV asked for photographs. Once again I sent some, but this time with the message telling them how I felt about their beauty contests--we really should not be required to send photos to prove we love a band's music--and that if that was the case, I knew I couldn't win and really didn't want to. Part of me was thinking, Maybe MTV will respect that attitude, you know?
Needless to say, I didn't win. So I went to bed at around 3:30.
I'm still thankful that I got to see them. It was an oddly fulfilling time, and even though it was like 60 degrees or less when Brittany and I got home, it's still technically summer. Now after Sunday's BBQ--a big, family gathering for one last hurrah, as I like to think of it--I think I can give summer a kiss goodbye for a while, and start thinking about Autumn.
And 30 Seconds To Mars' Autumn Tour. ^_^
Yesterday really started when Brittany got here and we ran out to the train station. We missed the first train, but it's just as well, because we got there in plenty of time. The train ride in was uneventful yet fun. The cab ride to Webster Hall was brief and only $7.
( Making the important donation, waiting on line, getting to know my camera intimately. )
( Inside Webster Hall )
( Biting Ozzy's style, how awesome Shannon is, Tomo hiding behind equipment, and the set list. )
( Turorial: how to get acknowledged by Jared, how to get a kiss from Jared. What became of our donations. )
( This is the story of my life... )
Ahh, then they played The Kill, which was the highlight of the night, if you ask me. Not only because it's one of my favorites, but because the crowd was so into it, and the band was so into the crowd being into it, and it was great fun to sing along. Jared did a really cool crowd-walk. If anyone would like to watch the video for The Kill that I taped, you may see it here, ( behind the cut. )
The sound totally sucks. Sorry about that.
( Do you kiss your Mom with that mouth? Or, alternately: No, YOUR mom is in the audience! )
With a slightly (unintentionall, I'm sure) hubristic toss of his black and red hair, an "OMGs I am SO OUTTA HERE!!" hand gesture, and a friendly pat to Matt's arm, Jared was the first to leave the stage. He was followed by Matt and Tomo, then Shannon came down from his drum kit. ( See the ending here. Watch as the sight of Shannon with his shirt off makes me drop my camera. That's me you hear giggling at my own stupidity. )
Seriously, how funny was that?
Sadly, all of my pictures really suck, too. ( But here are a few of them anyway. )
And then it was over! The rest of the night was kind of anticlimactic for me, although it was now Brittany's turn to go all kinds of crazy.
( Drunk girls still love Jordan Catalano. Seriously. )
( Taking Back Sunday, and getting bounced. )
So Brit and I headed back to Penn Station, where some guy was puking very loudly right next to us as we walked to the entrance. I thought that was gross and kind of ignored him. I mean, really! Go puke somewhere else, not in public! Later, I was to have more sympathy for him.
( Obnoxious Bellowing Boy who HATES CHRISTY OMGS!! And a creepy, staring boy. )
The car ride home was atrocious. Props to Brittany for keeping me occupied and alert, but all I wanted to do was throw up. My head was pounding and all I could taste was sour ice cream and orange juice. I've never gotten car sick while I was actually driving before; it was ridiculous. That's the worst feeling. Makes me sick again just thinking of it.
I guess we got home at around 3 AM. I took a shower and checked my email. I had, earlier, entered the latest MTV contest to go to the VMA thing with 30 STM. They were looking for 20 fans to accompany them. I thought, What a wonderful idea, and sent in my entry. Once again, MTV asked for photographs. Once again I sent some, but this time with the message telling them how I felt about their beauty contests--we really should not be required to send photos to prove we love a band's music--and that if that was the case, I knew I couldn't win and really didn't want to. Part of me was thinking, Maybe MTV will respect that attitude, you know?
Needless to say, I didn't win. So I went to bed at around 3:30.
I'm still thankful that I got to see them. It was an oddly fulfilling time, and even though it was like 60 degrees or less when Brittany and I got home, it's still technically summer. Now after Sunday's BBQ--a big, family gathering for one last hurrah, as I like to think of it--I think I can give summer a kiss goodbye for a while, and start thinking about Autumn.
And 30 Seconds To Mars' Autumn Tour. ^_^
