I'd never been to Chicago before our stop at the House Of Blues yesterday, and I was always a little skeptical about something.
But let me tell ya: Chicago? That city really is effing windy.
Who knew?
I'm talkin' bout wind, son. The kind that blows your hoodie off even if it's tightly zippered up over the Thrice shirt you bought six days earlier at a vintage clothing store in Portland. Now you know.
So I'm sorry this blog is a half a day late. But we spent most of the night in an underground bunker below the HOB where the internet was as elusive as a tentative sense of safety. For proof, just check out that photo of our view for the day. Think rock 'n' roll is glamorous? Tell that to my mud covered, sopping wet Chuck Taylors. (Both pairs. And while you're at it, ask them if they know what I did with any of my clean socks or my iPod charger.)
So I spent a lot of time trying to get phone reception at surface level next to Harry Caray's Restaurant.
As for the show, I've got three words for you: Ho Ly Crap. Those fans were ravenous. I had the misfortune of being at the entrance while trying to get my street teamers in (by the way: AP's Chicago Street Team? A finely-tuned machine that was really only held back by me). For some reason, the HOB opened the doors about 10 minutes early, and I was nearly trampled Pamplona-style by the stampeding mass of humanity that instantly flooded the staircase in order to get prime spots for Forever The Sickest Kids.
I sobbed out of pure fear. Then I sobbed out of pure joy to have survived. Then I sobbed because I can't find my iPod charger.
I didn't see a ton of the show because there was really barely anywhere to stand and an insane amount of kids who wanted their free subscriptions (although, like I said, the all-world street team helped keep me in line).
But what I did see was really rad. All the bands got crazy receptions and things got to a boiling point right around the All Time Low/Rocket Summer duo, and I'm pretty sure that when I get home, I'm purchasing a confetti cannon. Bryce has one that goes off at certain moments during his set and every time it goes off, the crowd starts to pull each others' hair with unbridled glee. I'm gonna use it anytime I have to give anyone bad news. "Sorry, mom. I forgot to pay my student loan and accidentally bought $457 worth of tacos instead." [Boom goes the confetti cannon. My mom dances about and gives me $11 to buy baseball cards.]
By the time the show was over, every soul in the place was crammed into the tiny coat check hallway where all the merch was and kids began tugging at whatever wasn't attached to the walls. Three girls stole my glasses, 23 Sonny posters and one of my shoes, respectively.
Now I know how Ricky Martin felt during those two months he was relevant.
So I gotta go set up in Detroit. I'm sustaining myself on gas station snacks (so I'm pretty much able to sustain my normal lifestyle).
It's no movie. There's no Mekhi Phifer.
AP Tim
10 comments:
Chicago AP Street Team FTW! Last night ruled everything. =)
<3 Monica
yeah, that confetti cannon is pretty much awesome :)
then i too, should get a confetti cannon. :)
last night was the greatest night of my lifeee
what can we say?
chicago kids are just beasts 8D
i think like 6/10 of my toes are broken and i'm currently wearing 6 bandaids. you gotta love us.
Amazing Blog guys! Id love to see some backstage shots and some production shots to. Buses and roadies and all that stuff!
Thanks!!
HAHAHAHA.
That was great,
Kudos to you Tim for putting up with so much (:
-- xo (:
this is my life and these times are so hard, it's gettin even harder tryin to feed and water my seed, plus teeter totter caught up between bein a father and a prima donna baby mama's drama screamin on and too much for me to wanna stay in one spot, another day of monotony has gotten me to the point i'm like a snail i gotta formulate a plot 'fore i end up in jail or shot success is my other mother fuckin' option, failure's not, mom i love you but this trailer's got to go, i cannot grow old in salem's lot so here i go, it's my shot, feet fail me not, cause this may be the only opportunity that i got.
yeah eminem.
Why wasn't there confetti in Portland?
I was so sad because Bryce always shoots confetti and he didn't in Portland!!
RICKY MARTIN WAS RELEVENT!?!?!?!
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