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 predatoryWonder of wonders, the stricken Westboro Baptist Church spews forth it's inhabitants. Fred Phelps, a man of no church, leads his cultish mob and plans on picketing places in my fair city on Monday. I kinda feel like punching a truck. Or counter-protesting. See for yourself. | ||||||||||
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 peacefulI wanna hear you mean it
When you say I'm not next in line I court the loveliest of crimes Save it cuz we've got the knife We've got the knife I might seem a bit peculiar A bit not right for though I try I remain a stranger - not of this time I swear I'm almost there Though I've been wandering for days I may be chasing ghost trains Hoping they'll arrive Where we use to play I may be hopping ghost trains For they terminate Where we use to play in those days I know I'm with strangers I recognize And I realize my own disowned me They were never mine I swear I'm almost there This is right where we use to play I may be chasing ghost trains Hoping they'll arrive Where we use to play I may be hopping ghost trains For they terminate Where we use to play I never will let it go Until I find the place I called mine Oh I never will let it go I never was truly meant for this time I might seem a bit peculiar A bit not right... I may be chasing ghost trains Hoping they'll arrive Where we use to play I may be hopping ghost trains For they terminate Where we use to play in those days This is the final night, boys We are the cracks in diamond walls I tried to illuminate but the shadows kill I'm overshadowed | ||||||||||
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inspired from this:[link]which was inspired by Pyramid Head of Silent Hill infamy. | ||||||||||
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A confused lil' raver girl. Not much can be said about it. Partially inspired by a kid at work who's a little raver wannabe. | ||||||||||
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A confused lil' raver girl. Not much can be said about it. Partially inspired by a kid at work who's a little raver wannabe. | ||||||||||
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kid at work likes the Ren. Faire. Kinda sorta a blending of a request and what I think how she'd be all Ren.'ed up. :-p | ||||||||||
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portrait of co-worker/friend/dA member "YoumaNeko" | ||||||||||
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 cheerfulGot back from Kansas City last night around three in the morning. In the interest of telling the story as best I could, I made a bunch of notes and then went to bed. And slept until two in the afternoon. What? I had gotten up at NINE yesterday and proceeded to rock out at a concert. I was very tired. Getting there, oddly, was fairly uneventful. We picked up Darcie and went, deciding to hang out at this huge mall they had discovered when they went to the Renaissance Festival back in... September? for a few hours before trying to find our way to the venue. I had to navigate, as I was sitting up front (which I find terrifying, because I can see everything the driver is doing, or in some cases, not doing, not to mention on-coming traffic and yeah)... I would dearly like to know why people do not LISTEN to me when I tell them where to go. I tell them the name of the road, the name of the exit, and even which side we need to be on for that exit, which street/city the exit will advertise and somehow their brain only filters in half the words and they start blaming me for getting them lost or nearly killed. But that's neither here nor there. It was magically easy to find the venue, all hot pink neon lights and groups of black clad youngsters clustering around the area like ants to a sugar bowl. Found parking right next to the place, which floored all of us and even unnerved us as we weren't entirely sure we were allowed to park there. As it had been awhile since we had used a bathroom, we went in search of one, deciding the McDonald's would be the most hospitable. How wrong we were. Apparently, we discovered after retreating back to the line (walking around downtown KC at dusk had unnerved us considerably) that the only place nearby that would let people use the bathroom was a coffeeshop a block in the opposite direction (after reading this today I can only wonder...) Waiting in line was long. And boring. There was a semi truck parked next to us, and later a radio station van, complete with antenna pulls up and further blocks traffic and everything sort of lingered. There was some confusing among my friends about the double lines and we went to figure out what was going on. The sign posted "Despair Faction Line Here" told me everything, but I had to explain what that meant to my friends as they followed me back to the other line (Despair Faction = Fan Club**). Amusingly enough, there was some annoying titter about how people with VIP tickets got to go in before DF members (well, yeah, those VIP things cost at least an arm). When we finally got inside, I refused to look at the merchandise table. Granted, they probably only took cash and I had none, I still ran for my very life. Opening Act: Gallows Getting into the stage area, I for some reason decided we needed to be up front. As time wore on, however, I discovered either I did not have the right temperament for that, or the people there were rude as hell. There were things I was expecting, like a mosh pit opening up behind us and nearly sucking us in and a violent crush of people. Things I did not expect was the singer from the opening act (Gallows) to determinedly climb over the security barrier, tell everyone to make a space for the people who wanted to mosh (which made the crush of people even worse) and proceed to sing from the middle of the pit. I also did not expect to be so crushed within a crowd of people so much that I was practically laying on people to keep my balance, despite the fact I couldn't move and my legs were sweating horribly. I think I could have liked the opening band, I just had a hell of a time trying to enjoy them beyond the body breath and body odor of a few people who might be better off learning to take personal hygiene seriously, the elbows, arms and hands and the guy I swear did not have to press up against me like that from behind. When they finished their set, Darcie, Mal and I extricated ourselves, which was difficult because the instant we started pulling out, someone yelled "THERE'S MORE ROOM!" and suddenly we found ourselves in a deeper crush as people tried to fill space that wasn't there to begin with. It was amazing how cool and refreshing the air was in the back of the theater. And you know what else they had? Restrooms. Main Act: A Fire Inside You know that anticipation you get when it's getting closer and closer for the main act to go on, and everyone's finally getting back from getting their fermented liquid and the crowd's getting kind of anxious? It was like that, only Smith kept wandering over the stage after the sound crew had been through, making it generally worse. So when each member took the stage, there was the normal screaming in their favor. I did my best, giving each member their due, and even if I did scream a little louder and clapped a little harder and bounced a little higher when Jade took the stage, who can really tell? Ahem. After the first three songs, Davey did his usual frontman thing- yes, this is Kansas City, and yes, you guys are AFI. Then he says "You guys are so fabulous. You know what else is fabulous? This song from our new album Crash Love- have you heard of it? It's called Veronica Sawyer Smokes." And then it gets a little strange. I couldn't quite hear what he said after the song, but it sounded a awful lot like he asked "Who here is in Kansas City?" there was some general confusion amongst the concert goers, and Davey himself had the good grace to try to look perplexed past his amusement. "You? You? Maybe you? You're don't seem sure... who here has been to an AFI show before? Who hasn't? What about the people in the balcony? Can you see me? Can you see my ass?" He then proceeds to tell us the next song is about a decade old. During the last minute of Bleed Black, the guitar suddenly vanishes and Jade stops everything for a moment before disappearing for a moment off to the side of the stage. Davey draws our attention to this by singing some highly questionably lyrics in place of the words "beat by beat" and there's a small pause before Jade returns, playing his guitar... but very, carefully. Song ends, Hunter and Adam vanish, leaving Davey out front and Jade off to the side with a technician fussing over a broken guitar. Davey watches this in a manner that could only be described as patient before finally talking to the crowd. Davey Monologue: I'm so glad you all could be here, sharing this with us. It's all real. It's LIVE. Next song is going to be hard without a guitar, since that's all it is. *pauses at looks over in Jade's direction* I guess I could do it acapella. Jade: *sidling over to the microphone for a moment* I could play air guitar. He retreats as crowd yells with approval, but not before some guys off to one side start... barking, for a lack of a better word. I can't even readily describe the expressions on Jade's and Davey's faces when this happened, but they both appeared... nervous. Because I think things like this only happen right before people rush the stage. Davey refuses to comment on this, but it looks very much like he wants to. Davey: This reduces me to the band funnyman, I guess. This was easier when I was young and spry. *pause* And happier. Jade: *returning with guitar and says audibly into the microphone* I have saved you. The stage went dark and the band vanishes, leaving the crowd to be obnoxious on their own. Once the yelling and screaming calms down, a chant rises into the air, which causes Mal to give me a look that is very confused and mildly worried. No help for it, because I'm chanting with them as AFI retook the stage in what can only be described as an encore. Greatest thing ever was when the crowd exploded when they started playing Miss Murder. Probably because even the non-AFI fans that were dragged along knows the song. Silver and Cold was an odd song to end on, but end it did. I was strangely dizzy afterwards, my throat was sore from screaming and my neck hurt from headbanging (yes, this is acceptable, so shut up) and generally carrying on. I definitely left contented and some mild bruising. This thing needs a conclusion. I can feel it. Um... Through the darkness breaks the light Through the light unending pain Defy the wretched ones Until the darkness comes again **On Fan Clubs: One might wonder why, with my flagrant obsession with AFI, the merchandise I've purchased and general... well, fanaticism I display, why I have not joined this fan club. Well, the answer is simple. I thought about it, just like I thought about joining Legions of the Twilight (Stratovarius Fan Club) but eventually decided against it. See, people who join fan clubs, even from my perspective, usually have this level of fanaticism that frightens even me. Plus, I doubt my meager collection of a wallet, a bandana, four shirts, hoodie, three posters, a bracelet, a 7" single, two patches, two buttons and a few stickers, all discography still in print via CD and one handmade bracelet would hardly stack up against these people who have thirty shirts and tattoos (never mind what else they probably have lying around). But I have thought about it. | ||||||||||
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![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif){kind=small} niftybitch and scsi are proud parents last week and all are doing well. Please send out good thoughts. I thought he would have written about this, but he's been too busy! :)
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