Monday, March 12, 2007

Music: The Mighty Stef - I Love You
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I really really really want to talk about the concert this past saturday, but right now the alarm in the office has been going off for no reason for the last hour and ten minutes. I've called the landlord several times to try and get in touch with the alarm company so they can shut it off, but he's just not answering. Bad day at work overall since I'm here by myself until 5 and have no voice with which to answer the phones....

Okay....Okay....Bitching out of my system....GOD this beeping is going to make me sick.

So yeah. The Flogging Molly concert: Fucking Rocked.

Getting to Starland early was a great idea. Having a fleet of barstools to choose from totally made the evening nicer. Admittedly it was cold as polar bear's balls, but we were still better off than the suckers who showed up late in fuckin' miniskirts. I swear, girls can be such morons. Sorry, sweetie, those little fishnet leggings you're wearing just aren't going to block out the 22 degree windchill.

The opening act was one man with a guitar: The Mighty Stef. Let's think about this: It's Starland. A Flogging Molly show. The other bands on the ticket are Swedish Punks and a band that sounds exactly like the Dropkick Murphys...And here's this guy with an acoustic guitar all by himself on stage. I was worried for him. But you gotta love Jersey crowds. He got a really good reaction. I enjoyed the hell out of his set and concert manner (as Danny said "Guy's got stones being up there just himself with this crowd.), so I picked up the CD. It's a great CD but it unfortunately doesn't have my favorite of the songs he sang at the concert. Nonetheless a good start.

Second act was a Swedish Punk band with a mediocre command of the English language but more than enough enthusiasm to make up for it. The pit went nuts during these guys. I stood on my stool to look for Box and instead saw some blond, skater looking kid get his shit fucked up. It's was cool.

Third opener was a band called Street Dogs. I was a little meh on the fact that they sounded just like Dropkick Murphys until I found out that the lead singer *was* in Dropkick. That's okay then. They put on a good show, but the crowd was ready for Flogging Molly. During their set I went to use the loo (3 Jack and Cokes later and even show bathrooms sound like a good idea). Points to Starland for their relatively clean facilities, but on the way through the crowd, my favorite pink and black hoodie fell off my waist. I was sad, but moved on.

Flogging Molly are amazing in concert. There's no other way to put it. The crowd gets so in to it and it really feels like they enjoy playing their songs. Jumping Dancing Singing, the pit was going nuts...it was really great energy. I have no regrets about losing my voice (which still hasn't come back yet, by the way). They played all the songs that I wanted so much to hear in concert. All of my favorites got hit. They played Another Bag of Bricks which I was convinced they wouldn't. I don't know why but it didn't seem like a live song. I was wrong. They rocked it. First song they played. I could literally go on and on about how much fun I had during their set and at the show as a whole, but I'd like to keep this a readable length.

End of the show, things cleared out pretty quick. I was a bit...worse for wear...by this point, but I was certain sober enough to recognize one of my good friends from college, Michelle, in the crowd. Somehow she noticed me too and we said our hellos and goodbyes. It was really cool seeing such a good friend by such coincidence.

I honestly don't remember the ride back. I fell asleep in the back seat. Apparently we were pulled over and evern that didn't wake me up. Youch. Then when we got to the Roxbury Diner it was pretty clear that I was in no condition to drive home. I crashed at Ant's and after a very long night I slumped my way home again at 8 am.

My parents weren't mad at all. They'd figured I'd stayed at Ant's and to quote both of them, they'd shown up back at home looking worse then I did at that age (although I did look like I'd slept under a bus and was wearing someone else's clothes at the time) and said looked like I'd had a good time. My parents can be pretty cool.

Slept the rest of the day and missed a party for it. It was for the best, guys, really it was. The cold I'd been fighting off is now back in full force but it's clearing up again. And I think I'll have my voice back by tomorrow or Wednesday at the latest. Good times guys, good times.

....And now the landlord has turned off the alarm. I feel better already.
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