Last Saturday was GREAT, The last stop on my delightful and eventful two week journey of going out and getting shitfaced as much as I could afford. So after waking up at six o'clock (which is becoming a sickening habit of mine and I have to stop) on Saturday evening, I showered, had TWO SLICES OF PIZZA for breakfast (living like a king), and tried to figure out how to hide my camera so I could get it into the Point. Or the O2, if you're new school. They have some bollocks policy on SLRs, so I've got to take it apart and wrap it up in tinfoil, and scatter the pieces throughout my bag. So the bouncers in the O2 are forever going to know me as the girl who brings a packed lunch with her to every concert. I was of course outrageously late which has ALWAYS been another sickening habit of mine, I got to the luas stop because I'm a lazy shit, and I don't know why I'm telling you all this because it doesn't really matter, but I was actually the youngest person there. Everyone else were like, mid-30s guys in leather jackets and fashion scarves, with their 'partners' and their white glossy eyeshadow and beige coats and bad bleach jobs. And I'm here dressed like a fucking 90s rave in my black and green (Sticking to the dress code for December 11th, obviously). Intimidating.
Needless to say, it was an amazing concert that really restored my faith in Kings of Leon. Come Around Sundown is definitely their worst album, and I was afraid that after forcing myself to listen to it enough so I'd know all the words for this one night that I'd hate it, but it's done exactly the opposite. Of course I'm still more inclined to listen to any other album BUT C.A.S., but I don't pretend to like it anymore, because now I genuinely do. Another thing that I think did it for me was the fact I went by myself. Nobody else I knew could get their hands on a ticket, so lonely joe off to see one of her favourite bands. What angered me greatly though, and it's the only thing I'd change about the entire night, is the lack of spirit from the so called 'fans'. I went to see KOL in the RDS in 2007, and it was one of the most amazing and euphoric experiences of my life, and one of the reasons was because of the sense of unity in the crowd. This time around, nobody was singing. I could hear ONE other person standing near me who knew all the words. It was depressing more than anything else, and I really pity those bastards who only know the singles, and who bought tickets with their christmas bonuses, making it utterly impossible for any true fans to get their hands on a ticket. UGH. Nothing makes me angrier. I do realise that little rant made me seem like a bit of a knob but it's the absolute truth, and anyone would say the same thing about one of their favourite bands who've made it really big recently.
ANYWAY, on a lighter note, after the gig I got the Luas back into town while some horrible drunk middle-aged couple stared at me the entire time, and I shot them filthies. AND THEN I headed to Clarednon street, to this Basement place, for Amber & Shane's night. Everyone else was already there and I showed up like an absolute dope after having to get Craig and then Barry to explain WHERE on Clarendon street this place actually was. It was such an awesome night, so unlike anything else, it was real chill but at the same time DA PEEPO WERE GON CRAZY. Naturally I spent the majority of the time outside, getting distracted every time I actually planned to go inside. But I did get to go inside towards the end, at long last, and it was epic. AND HA Yar wan Keeva from Big Brother was there, and she was absolutely fucked and getting sick on herself and shite, Mateo's even got a picture of it. Beautiful.
OH GOSH ok, there's so many photos there, I couldn't decide on my favourite few. Ciaran took alot of these BECause I've gotten very lazy with the photo taking and that recently, so he's always there to take over the documentation when I'm not bothered. So THANKS BABY.
xo
AMAZING photos! :)
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