Yesterday was a day that most highly superstitious (and sometimes more than likely neurotic) people, would steer clear of, watching every step they made that day out of some cautioned fear of bad luck falling upon them…The day I’m talking about here is the dreaded Friday the 13th. Strangely, bad luck didn’t have its constant, gray rain cloud over me. Just everyone else…
First just let me say that I just might have to write a totally separate post in order to get in the entire night of experiences and annoyances. Yes, there were quite a lot of annoyances. I mean, I tried not to let it get to me per say, but it’s kind of hard to ignore something when it’s just around every corner of your local concert venue.
…Instead of going on and on, droning about my night of observations and slightly frustrations with this generation we’re currently living in, I will start on a good note. I’m more happy about the events of the night, especially all the bands I got the chance to see and the two amazing chaps that accompanied me, my boyfriend Timmy and his friend Ben.
Almost immediately after entering the venue, all three of us were pretty much drenched in sweat, thanks to all people already packed into the tight space and the obvious lack of air conditioning. Honestly, it was quite annoying waiting around for bands to play because even though there was a piece of paper that said what bands would be on at what time, none of it was right because we didn’t get into the doors until after 4. The concert was supposed to start at 3. Blame the insanely long line wrapping around a fence outside one of the two entrances of the bar. After some time of just standing around, sweating profusely, or walking around (also sweating profusely), we came across a band that had some promise. The band was called Last Chance To Reason and they were from Augusta, Maine, as mentioned by the lead singer a few times. Speaking of the lead singer…At first glance, I totally knew that he reminded me of some lead from another band, I just had no idea who. I looked at him a bit closer, and realized that he strangely resembled Atreyu’s lead Alex Varkatzas. Now, I’ve never seen Atreyu live before (and no, online really doesn’t count!) but I wouldn’t say that his stage presence is anything like Alex’s. LCTR’s lead is more like cross between Suicide Silence’s Mitch Lucker (on the stage presence front), and Whitechapel’s Phil Bozeman (on the vocal end). Yes, it’s that extreme. After finishing up 4 or maybe 5 epic songs, he mentioned that they would be upstairs in the merch room, across from the air conditioned (yes, air-conditioned!) Rockstar Cleveland room.
The three of us ventured upstairs to check out the band merchandise and to get some much-needed water and A/C. To my astonishment and possible amazement (I don’t care if it’s a word or not!)…The merch room wasn’t the sign of relief we were looking for as far as air-conditioned was concerned. I mean, it’s great that band’s sit there and sell their own merch and what not, but sitting in the heat when you could just go across the way to an air-conditioned room…I have a new appreciation for musicians now. But as I was saying before I went on about the A/C, to my astonishment and possible amazement…Standing, well sitting (if you want to be technical and correct), behind the table of Kittie merch was none other than lead singer of the all-female, Canadian metal band, Morgan Lander. I had, as my boyfriend penned it, a ‘mini aneurysm’ upon meeting and having her sign a shirt I’d purchased. Yes, I purchased a Kittie shirt and Morgan politely signed it for me in the permanent silver Sharpie marker, provided by Ben. She then proceeded to sign the back of Timmy’s Lamb Of God shirt and Ben got a new signature to his cast. By that time, I was totally and completely all smiles. After all the hysteria had died down a bit, we walked across the room to Last Chance To Reason’s merch table. Manning the post, was the lead singer who, strangely, wasn’t anything like what he was on stage. No lie, he was the nicest guy in the world. Very humble, really talked to us. I mean, really talked. He told us things about their new album and that they would be having a video game come out for XBox 360 soon. Needless to say, Timmy and Ben were kind of speechless when he said that, but it was the coolest thing. Just seeing someone on stage, having that kind of presence and then meet them off stage, and they’re the nicest person in the world.
Feeling oh, so accomplished, we finally decided to make our way across to the air-conditioned Rockstar Cleveland room. Immediately, you could feel the coolness rising up against the heat outside, but for some reason, it took a while for it to hit me. I still felt the same as I did when I walked in. Outrageously hot and tired. Some ice water and physical pieces of ice later, I was feeling better. After sitting in the A/C for a while, we thought we would venture downstairs again to see what bands were playing. We walked right in the middle/almost end of Motionless In White’s set. I’d just started listening to them early this Spring and was happy I got to see them, let alone hear them. Out of nowhere, Timmy and Ben decide to go up and try to crowd surf to (which they succeeded with flying colors). We then proceeded to walk around from the two main parts of the club, making our way back to the main stage to see the acts Impending Doom and a couple seconds of Stick To Your Guns.
Amongst all the chaos, we noticed the drummer of Kittie sitting alone at the bar. The three of us walked up to her, practically convulsing, talked for a while and then got her autograph. It was the coolest thing, just seeing her sit there, with almost, like, no one by her or seeming to notice who she was. Then again, I’m not sure a lot of people knew who Kittie were because when they hit the stage a little while after, everyone, except for a selected few, seemed utterly shocked and surprised by the way they sounded. It was almost like, how could you not know what they sound like? They’re a pretty well-known band. I mean, I myself have been listening to them since my freshmen year. But enough about how almost no one knew Kittie and back to how they sounded…They sounded pretty damn good. I only wished I would’ve paid more attention to the stage presence and not the insane circle mosh pit/hardcore dancing spree that was going on not too far away from me. Yes, there was circle moshing and hardcore dancing, and it was hard not to ignore it. Needless to say, Timmy and Ben went in when there was moshing, not hardcore dancing, and paid for it afterwards. Cutting to the chase, Ben sort of got lost somewhere in the chaos and confusion and ended up with a very, very bloody nose. Timmy ended up walking out of the moshing after the set ended and got punched in the right side of his mouth by some random mosh patron. Me, I just ended up getting pushed a couple times because Ben was getting pushed and was in front of me. That, my possible followers, is called cause and effect. It sucks most of the time.
With all the injuries accounted for, we headed back upstairs to the A/C and ice water. By that time, I was so tired that I really didn’t want to stand anymore and felt horrible that I probably wasn’t radiating the best mood. It seemed like we waited forever. Instead of going downstairs and trudging through the unbearable heat to see Evergreen Terrace, we opted to stay upstairs and listen. We walked from the bar to couches to this little semi-closed off booth until we finally got comfortable. After Evergreen Terrace finished their set (which they were really, really good, by the way), we were almost tempted to go back downstairs and watch Born Of Osiris…I’m happy we didn’t. Born Of Osiris, while they are a good band, it seemed like they took wayyy too long. It honestly didn’t seem like Evergreen took that long. Maybe they did. I honestly wasn’t keeping track of how long each band was. It was the last two songs or so in their set and we decided to watch from the walk-out balcony that. When I said I’m happy we didn’t go downstairs, I truly meant it. The crowd was insane! There was practically no space between people. They were all bunched up together. It was pretty crazy.
A little while after they finished their set, we finally went back downstairs and went straight to the bar so we wouldn’t get pummeled by all the people that crowded around, waiting for Asking Alexandria. Even though I hadn’t been listening to Alexandria very long (just a couple weeks ago, maybe longer, I heard them while driving in Timmy’s car), I kind of had the expectation that they would be good live. First off, never expect anything. If you like a band, and you go to see them live, expect the unexpected. With all of this said, you can either infer that Asking Alexandria were either amazing or horrible. Honestly, (and I have never said this about a band that I thought would be good before because usually I ended up being blown away) they weren’t as good as I thought they would be. Any and all AA fans can strike me down where I stand now because I don’t care. I’m not saying they were a bad band live, I just thought they would be better than what they were. If I had to choose between the live Asking Alexandria and the CD Asking Alexandria, I would choose the CD Asking Alexandria without hesitation.
Even though we only stayed for a couple AA songs and the boys both got hurt in some shape or form, it was still a fun and eventful night. I still can’t believe that I got my shirt signed by not one, but two members of Kittie, sisters Morgan and Mercedes. That enough made my night. Even if I didn’t see any bands, I think that would definitely would’ve made my night. I’m glad I got to partake in such an awesome concert on a usually rumored ‘not-so-awesome day’. I hope there are more shows like that to come.
There’s something new and exciting waiting…You just need to know where to look.