Refreshing for a journal update.
Last night, the one and only Fall Out Boy played the Creepy Crawl. Love them or hate them, they have had an undeniable impact on the scene today. I guess I shouldn't make them poster boys for the scene. I mean, they aren't going to make an acceptance speech. Ha! Okay, but seriously. The show was fun, and it was a once in a lifetime sort of thing. Here's how things went down.
Hope got called out of school early and picked me as soon as the final bell rang. We ran by the house long enough for me to change into warm clothes, then we took off for downtown, making quick stops for food at Fazoli's and Taco Bell respectively. We got to the venue around 3:30, and met up with a couple friends, Rachel and DJ, who were near the front of the line. Doors were at 6, mind you. The family in the front of the line was rumored to have been there since 8 in the morning...the day before. Insane.
It was chilly, but I had no room to complain, given that the time I had been waiting paled in comparison to some other folks in line. Still, I asked Mike Judy to take into consideration that people were chilly, and told him maybe opening doors early would be nice. He was almost to his car as these words left my mouth. He turned around, walked briskly back over, and said with a smirk, "How long have you been here, Chris Tucker?" To which I replied, "Eh, about 10 minutes." Haha.
Another highlight was the near fight between two moms arguing about cuts in line. This lady (and I use the term loosely) in a pink scarf was unrelenting, and a total you-know-what about a couple kids (one of them being me) getting in line with their friends. It turned into a real shouting match, with her calling out the other mom, as well as Rachel. At one point, "pink scarf" very deliberately bumped into the other mom, and said something like "Well, if you wouldn't be all up on me!" That's when I couldn't take it any more. "WHOA WHOA WHOA," I said, and proceeded to use Rachel to mock pink scarf's ridiculous cowardly violence. Some more things were said ("How old are are you? 26? Well act like it!" and "Get your fat ass back in line!") and finally, old pink scarf retreated. If nothing else, that little quarrel was entertaining.
We went in at 6 as planned and secured a spot a couple rows back of stage right. The opening band was "Just Left," an awful band from Chicago. The lyrics were weak. Their efforts to encourage crowd participation were sad. The lead singer desperately needed to pull up his pants. It was ugly. Finally, they finished, and FOB's roadies started setting up.
The show was flat out fun. Granted, the clandestine clad kiddies got a tad obnoxious at times, and people continually had to be told by FOB bodyguards to "GET OFF THE STAGE!" Not like they could help it, though. At big Creepy shows, the front row always gets knocked forward from pushing. That's just the price you pay when there's no barricade. They played straight on through into the encore. The final song was "Saturday." Toward the end of the song, Pete called for everybody to get on stage. A gutsy move. I mean, little Bronx is only 10 days old now. It'd be a shame for him not to know his daddy. Luckily Pete wasn't killed, or even molested, and for the most part, no one got hurt. I did see some girl get carried off by the venue staff. But in the long run, one casualty isn't too bad.
We walked outside to find it had snowed and the temperature had dipped into the twenties. Roads and windshields were quickly icing over. Our plan was to go to the courtesy diner on Hampton. But unfortunately, Hope's car was nowhere in sight. My first thought was "It's stolen." But then my better judgment (aka Hope) told me it probably got towed. We'd parked on the Creepy's back lot a million times and nothing had ever happened. And we had no idea it was even restricted. But sure enough, upon walking over to the entrance to the lot, there was a sign, mind you, only about the size of a piece of paper: "All unauthorized vehicles will be towed." Crap.
So we hitched a ride back to Hope's from Rachel (Thanks again), and got in her mom's Mustang to head to the lot where the car was being housed...er...carred? Anyways, we got there shortly after 11, but the guy running the place didn't show till 11:30 or so. We got the car back, but were told the towing fee was $150 and the parking ticket would be 50 bucks. Needless to say, that was a pretty horrible end to the day. Regardless, it's a day I won't soon forget. Tomorrow night I'm seeing Dave Bazan of Pedro the Lion fame. Should be swell. I'm going to try to get back in the habit of doing show reviews, so another blog should be up sometime this weekend. Till then. See ya.
Christopher Michael Tucker.
P.S. For the setlist and some pics, check out
http://blogs.riverfronttimes.com/atoz/2008/12/review_photos_setlist_fall_out_boy_creepy_crawl_st_louis_december_3_2008_folie_deux_pete_wentz.php
For a few of my pics, visit
http://flickr.com/photos/therealchristucker/
Hope got called out of school early and picked me as soon as the final bell rang. We ran by the house long enough for me to change into warm clothes, then we took off for downtown, making quick stops for food at Fazoli's and Taco Bell respectively. We got to the venue around 3:30, and met up with a couple friends, Rachel and DJ, who were near the front of the line. Doors were at 6, mind you. The family in the front of the line was rumored to have been there since 8 in the morning...the day before. Insane.
It was chilly, but I had no room to complain, given that the time I had been waiting paled in comparison to some other folks in line. Still, I asked Mike Judy to take into consideration that people were chilly, and told him maybe opening doors early would be nice. He was almost to his car as these words left my mouth. He turned around, walked briskly back over, and said with a smirk, "How long have you been here, Chris Tucker?" To which I replied, "Eh, about 10 minutes." Haha.
Another highlight was the near fight between two moms arguing about cuts in line. This lady (and I use the term loosely) in a pink scarf was unrelenting, and a total you-know-what about a couple kids (one of them being me) getting in line with their friends. It turned into a real shouting match, with her calling out the other mom, as well as Rachel. At one point, "pink scarf" very deliberately bumped into the other mom, and said something like "Well, if you wouldn't be all up on me!" That's when I couldn't take it any more. "WHOA WHOA WHOA," I said, and proceeded to use Rachel to mock pink scarf's ridiculous cowardly violence. Some more things were said ("How old are are you? 26? Well act like it!" and "Get your fat ass back in line!") and finally, old pink scarf retreated. If nothing else, that little quarrel was entertaining.
We went in at 6 as planned and secured a spot a couple rows back of stage right. The opening band was "Just Left," an awful band from Chicago. The lyrics were weak. Their efforts to encourage crowd participation were sad. The lead singer desperately needed to pull up his pants. It was ugly. Finally, they finished, and FOB's roadies started setting up.
The show was flat out fun. Granted, the clandestine clad kiddies got a tad obnoxious at times, and people continually had to be told by FOB bodyguards to "GET OFF THE STAGE!" Not like they could help it, though. At big Creepy shows, the front row always gets knocked forward from pushing. That's just the price you pay when there's no barricade. They played straight on through into the encore. The final song was "Saturday." Toward the end of the song, Pete called for everybody to get on stage. A gutsy move. I mean, little Bronx is only 10 days old now. It'd be a shame for him not to know his daddy. Luckily Pete wasn't killed, or even molested, and for the most part, no one got hurt. I did see some girl get carried off by the venue staff. But in the long run, one casualty isn't too bad.
We walked outside to find it had snowed and the temperature had dipped into the twenties. Roads and windshields were quickly icing over. Our plan was to go to the courtesy diner on Hampton. But unfortunately, Hope's car was nowhere in sight. My first thought was "It's stolen." But then my better judgment (aka Hope) told me it probably got towed. We'd parked on the Creepy's back lot a million times and nothing had ever happened. And we had no idea it was even restricted. But sure enough, upon walking over to the entrance to the lot, there was a sign, mind you, only about the size of a piece of paper: "All unauthorized vehicles will be towed." Crap.
So we hitched a ride back to Hope's from Rachel (Thanks again), and got in her mom's Mustang to head to the lot where the car was being housed...er...carred? Anyways, we got there shortly after 11, but the guy running the place didn't show till 11:30 or so. We got the car back, but were told the towing fee was $150 and the parking ticket would be 50 bucks. Needless to say, that was a pretty horrible end to the day. Regardless, it's a day I won't soon forget. Tomorrow night I'm seeing Dave Bazan of Pedro the Lion fame. Should be swell. I'm going to try to get back in the habit of doing show reviews, so another blog should be up sometime this weekend. Till then. See ya.
Christopher Michael Tucker.
P.S. For the setlist and some pics, check out
http://blogs.riverfronttimes.com/atoz/2008/12/review_photos_setlist_fall_out_boy_creepy_crawl_st_louis_december_3_2008_folie_deux_pete_wentz.php
For a few of my pics, visit
http://flickr.com/photos/therealchristucker/
posted by CT at
7:23 PM
4 Comments:
Gah, wish I could've gone to that... that really sucks about the car getting towed though.. i would've cried.. lol
but other than that it sounds like it was a good time :)
jealoussssssssssssss
mmmmmm me too!
thats awesome you get to see dave bazan, too.
i just finished reading a book that talks a ton about that guy. he seems pretty cool.
alexis
"Toward the end of the song, Pete called for everybody to get on stage. A gutsy move. I mean, little Bronx is only 10 days old now. It'd be a shame for him not to know his daddy. Luckily Pete wasn't killed, or even molested, and for the most part, no one got hurt."
lolololollercoaster
sounds fun!
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