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Apr 19, 2007 - 12:42 PM |
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$4 Beer from a Plastic Cup/Pictures at a Concert [56k Warning] |
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Edgefest was last Sunday. My girlfriend snapped enormous amounts of pictures so I'm going to share here what I see as her "best of."
First up was The Vanished at 10 o' clock in the AM:
If you listen to the radio, you've probably heard "The Longest Goodbye," which I'm pretty sure is their only current hit. They were a decent opening act.
Then there was Bullet for My Valentine:
I'd never actually heard of them, and I still haven't heard much of them since I was too busy during their performance tossing crowd-surfers and shielding my girlfriend from being crushed. The lead singer yelled "Let's see some fuckin moshpits!" and one point and I just went "fuck." It took us a few more bands to finally decide we weren't pit people.
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus came next:
I like "Face Down" even though it's pretty repetitive, so seeing these guys was cool.
Then the bigger names began, starting with Bowling for Soup:
All their songs are the fun sing-a-long type, so these guys are great to see live. They also cracked jokes the entire time, which helped liven the mood from the previous bands' "this next song is about betrayal - it's called Love Bleeds Sonic Deathballs."
Jet is just a bunch of Australians:
Another band I didn't hear much of due to the crowd being too lively. We actually got pummeled with three crowd-surfers at once (dumbasses don't know how to time their jumps) and ended having to frantically scramble off the ground. We knew here that we were tired of being kicked in the head, so I grabbed her and forced my way backwards through the crowd until we could actually breath. This marked the end of our pit adventure.
Next band was Papa Roach. I missed their first two songs because I was waiting in line to buy some overpriced drinks. Their were vendors on the field, but they only had beer and I'm 19 (and also wanted to actually hydrate myself.) When I actually did get back to the field, it took me another song worth of time to find my girlfriend. We both agreed then that we were wimps who couldn't handle pit and that the show would be more fun standing a bit outside the crowd with the other sane people.
It wasn't long afterwards that Jacoby Shaddix (lead singer of Papa Roach) decided to run up into the bleachers and say what's up. Bree snapped this awesome fucking picture of him on the way back down:
Seriously, it could be in a goddamn magazine. And since the professional cameras remained on stage, this is probably the best shot of him doing this.
Blue October played next, but we spent literally the entire concert waiting in line for food. The vendors were not only ridiculously priced, but slow as all hell. It's okay though, because I didn't want to see them that much. I think they were only on the main stage because they're a Dallas band.
Then came Muse:
Muse is one of those bands that rocks about 17 times more in person. If you ever get the chance to see them, buy some fucking tickets. They were awesome.
AFI was nex- wait, when did AFI turn into a bunch of hairchans:
They put on a great show and even played some older songs. Rocking was had.
Night crept over the staduim; My Chemical Romance took the stage:
Bree's camera takes bad night shots and their entire performance was dark with this cool flashlight effect on the lead singer's face, so most of the pictures turned out bad. A lot of music snobs write these guys off as teeny boppers trying to be scary, but I've always thought their music was pretty good so fuck off.
The climax of the show was none other than the motherfuckin Killers:
My god, they took the stage for about an hour and played what seemed like their entire catalog of songs. They were amazing. During "All These Things That I Have Done," Flowers held the microphone to the audience for a few thousand people to chant "I got soul, but I'm not a soldier." Their concert alone was worth the price of admission.
What really upset me though was that Placebo was stuck on the second stage. They're a huge international act with more years under their belt than nearly every band there. They may have a lesser following in the US, but they could have easily replaced one of the less-tested bands on the main stage *coughblueoctobercough*. Also, the concert staff did not a damn thing to help you find the second stage or even point you to were programs were being passed out. Because of this, I missed seeing one of my favorite bands. The whole "27 bands!" things comes off as a crock when you realize you can only see about 11 of them due to scheduling. So goes Edgefest.
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