Watching The People Get Lairy

I don't know what it is about this year, but I've been to quite concerts and things by myself. Does this mean that I don't have any friends? Does this mean that what interests me doesn't interest my friends? Does this mean that I don't always ask people if they want to do things with me? Does this mean that I don't think that anybody would be interested in going with me? And why didn't I start doing this earlier? Was this because I had a girlfriend and didn't end up doing alot of them? Who knows?

But, yeah, I went to My Chemical Romance last night. Gerard Way is a showman alright. He certainly had some well polished moves. I feel that he may have practised them in front of the mirror a few times, they looked the goods. I also quite liked how the rhythm guitarist kept spitting everywhere, including on himself. The bassist had a cool side neck movement thing going on, the lead guitarist was kind of like Animal from The Muppets, except with a guitar. The drummer wasn't very inspiring. Ha! Still, it was a great show, I can't imagine how hot it must have been up on the stage in the Arena, especially with a tough black leather jacket on. Towards the end there was a fine mist every time the singer clapped his hands. One of my favourite moves of his was when he licked his fingers then himself. It was great.

I was pretty excited about going, I'm not really sure why. I wasn't drinking, I wasn't seeing anybody I knew there and I was pretty tired after being down the coast. It was terrific though. As expected there was a lot of black in the crowd. Quite a few facial piercings and a fair bit of ink on exposed skin. Some really hot little girls with blonde hair being alternative and punk and things. When I say little I don't mean really little, because even though it was an all ages show there was an over 18 section and this is where I saw them. Still, I wonder what some of their mother's must think, what with all those bad ass tattoos and bad ass tattooed boyfriends.

My personal favourite from the people in the crowd was a guy who was made up a bit like Uncle Fester from the Addams Family. He had basically shaved his head, painted it white and then applied a little too much eye shadow and liner. The only thing to distinguish him from the real Fester was the 6 inch mohawk that he was sporting. I didn't see it initially because it was black and camouflaged with the wall, but when I saw him from another angle I was able to admire its defiance of physics.

There were a few 5-0 around, and there was a bit of scuffle amongst the smackies outside the train station when I went past on my way in. Just another night down the other end of the Valley I guess.

Unbelievably there were a couple of people at the show in trench coats and bomber jackets. Now, I've heard about it all being about a look and how fashion isn't meant to feel good, but that's just lunacy. It had to be at least 30 degrees in there. Ridiculous.

I wonder if the punk/emo thing that has taken over at the moment is kinda like the rave type thing that was around at the end of the nineties and beginning of the noughties? I've got a feeling that it is.