Myself and Marina took the train, had some good ranting time blah blah blah. I was just in a really awesome mood from the excitement. Arrived in Penn and inhaled some McDonald's (note this for later), and then Marina sees DONOVAN! - For those of you who do not have the privilege of taking physics at MacArthur HS, Mr. George Donovan is a very attractive man...with a fucking great ass. We made our way out into the city and the into the subway after a couple of blocks. Nothing too interesting about this part except there was a really nice foreign guy who helped us. And now we're downtown and it's hipster overload, especially walking around the corner to the venue and then seeing the line. O, the plaid! There were beanies! And beards! And people from LookBook! Whilst waiting online I drank up the tiny bit of the previous night's adventures. Waiting around for the show to start was a bit nicer buzzed. Me and Marina made up a hipster finding game, where if you spot a hipster you get more points for the hipster things they have. Oh us... At the merch tables there was this really cute facial hair and flannel clad guy working one of the tables. He flirted a bit with Marina. And this is where I whine about how cute guys never come up and talk to me.
O'Brother
The first band was pretty good actually. It was a bit repetitive, but enjoyable, sounding similar to the new Envy On The Coast album, Low Country, and one of those "rock" bands like Nickelback. What held my attention the most was the guitarist who resembles my internet husband, Tyler, who might be reading this right now - hi! They had a great ending though: a full 3 minutes of them going all out on this one rhythm, evening throwing in an extra drummer.
Biffy Clyro
Very, very good. I don't know if it was the acoustics and sound equipment of the venue, but there was just all-around quality the whole night, and this band being an important part of that. I loved their variety in sound, and the talent was just there. And for their last song it turns out I knew it?!
The Features
Dude, so good. Loved the whole set. It was the perfect band to play right before Manchester Orchestra. Another band of great, great quality. There were moments when the frontman looked like a porcelain statue of Jesus. His skin was all waxy looking and pure...
MAN. ORCH.
When Marina and I arrived at the Fillmore we notice some bro-like guys and were very confused because that's not the typical person to be here for music like Manchester, and during their set they were behind me. Two of them I refer to ask the "baseball cap guys." The first one, "white t shirt guy," was right behind me. When the music starts people start pushing. There was some serious this-guy's-crotch-to-my-ass action going on, like a lot of force. And later Marina told me there was no one behind him pushing on him. And there was a boner going on... I really didn't care though because I was just enjoying the set. It was my 2nd time seeing them - the first with Brand New in November at Nassau Coliseum. It was a much better setting to see them in tonight. They played a handful of new songs - it's good, I'm excited for a new album! A little bit into the hour set this incredible asshole guy, "grey wifebeater," decided that this is the perfect music for a pit. LOLLERSKATES, UM SURE. No. This is indie music, sir, I think you came here on the wrong night. After a couple of songs I went up and broke up a pit to flip a shit on this guy. It was rather funny. He had this petrified look on his face as if I was his mother releasing her ultimate fury upon him. But the asshole didn't listen and started up the pit again. I was pretty sure I was about to punch someone for the first time in my life...but I held my composure. At one point I sustained a minor lip injury. Alright, if it was a hardcore show, a punk show, a ska show, or even a Justin Beiber signing I would expect this, but it's ridiculous. For one song there were 2 pits! And then these 30 year old guys say to us, "Hey, you going to mosh with me and my roomate?" Nice, fellas. Way to hit on 16 and 17 year olds. During Manchester's encore with "Where Have You Been" I got really into feeling the music how I do at shows, even sober. If you've ever seen Circa Survive live and saw Anthony Green's pantomime-sex thing he does when he gets into the music, that is like how I do it. I noticed one of the creepy older guys point to me to his friend, and then one of them ended up right behind me, pretty close. Bro, ew. Creep on other chicks.
After the show we bolted out of there to cool down and find some water. Hipster search at night like yeah. It was pretty creepy at some points, like strangers saying "Heeeeeeeeeey" or "I love redheads!" I was not feeling well when we got out. The McDonald's and people crushing my stomach and other organs during the show had taken it's toll on me, and I had to have an experience in a tiny Wendy's bathroom, known now as my grave. Arrived at Penn Station just in time for the 12:38 train...which ended up being 10 minutes late. I always manage to sit next to the drunk people and it did not fail tonight. These 3 guys they were pretty gone. They played videos from their night at the club, so me and Marina danced, and their friend fell asleep, so they were messing around with him. It was fun. This was possibly the slowest train to ever be in the LIRR, and I finally arrived at my house around 2 am. Good night.
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