Back from Hollywood, from a whirlwind 24 hour concert adventure.
Good times being had as usual. Probably my favorite part of the night was seeing Anders at the bar after The Fashion finished their set. Greeted by a warm smile and a big hug, he asked if I had found Christian yet. I said I hadn't and he took off his backstage pass, handed it to me and said, "Here, take this and go find him." Maybe the nicest thing ever. Of course, I promised to return it immediately, but once inside, found that Christian didn't really care if Anders ever saw his pass again, and so when Anders finally got back in and found me he was likely none too pleased. Haha...
Kinda sad that whole excursion is over...I always get so hyped for these things which go so fast and then am left with real life to deal with. Soooo...where to next?!
I'm so outta control; I gotta beeee more in control. ;)
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Travel Continues
Just made my reservations for a "one night stand" (aren't I clever) in Los Angeles for next month. I will literally be in the city about 29 hours, arriving somewhere in the vicinity of 10am Friday the 14th and peacing out the next day at 5. All of this in an effort to see The Fashion on the last night of their Fall '08 US tour with Uh Huh Her. I had initially planned on seeing the show anyway, but had certain doubts...would the guys even remember me? But, the conclusion I always come to was there for me saying, "Shannon, are you kidding? You're getting to travel to a new city and go to a concert. That's what you do. There's no way that can't be awesome. And when have you ever relied on other people's 'stuff' to have a good time anyway?"
Then, as if I needed further confirmation, on Friday I have a message in my MySpace inbox from Christian asking if I would be hitting up a show so he could put me on the list.
Done and done. Hollywood, here I come!
Then, as if I needed further confirmation, on Friday I have a message in my MySpace inbox from Christian asking if I would be hitting up a show so he could put me on the list.
Done and done. Hollywood, here I come!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Good Times
Ummm, yeah, this is pretty much me in a nut shell. The sideways-ness only adds to it, I feel.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Pics
Want the insider's view of our Vegas craziness? Click a link below. I highly recommend the last one, the Epic Records party.
On a Mission From God Part III: Hostel Situation
On a Mission From God Part IV: Better Eat Your Wheaties; We Party Every Night
On a Mission From God Part V: Have Fun; Ride the Deuce!
On a Mission From God Part VI: I Can Taste It, but I can't Feel It
On a Mission From God Part VII: Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
On a Mission From God Part III: Hostel Situation
On a Mission From God Part IV: Better Eat Your Wheaties; We Party Every Night
On a Mission From God Part V: Have Fun; Ride the Deuce!
On a Mission From God Part VI: I Can Taste It, but I can't Feel It
On a Mission From God Part VII: Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
Monday, July 28, 2008
2 things
1. Thank you, Brittany.
2. Vegas:
I don't know where to begin. I had no idea it was possible to do so much in 48 hours. Life is a funny, funny thing.
To fully appreciate my weekend excursion, the stage must be set properly. In order to do that, we must go back two weeks to me and Lisa's mini (by comparison) adventure beginning in Cleveland and winding up in Baltimore. Upon entering the House of Blues in Cleveland, I immediately became enamored with the bass play of the opening band. Lisa has a history with the lead singer of the second band in the line up. And so, we had worlds of fun frolicking back stage and spending the night with American Steel (her band connection).
I didn't get to spend much time with The Fashion that night. Only spoke briefly with their roadie and drummer. I smiled at the bas player, but then it was time to go.
In Baltimore, things were hopping. We had a great time. And I entertained the members of The Fashion for what seemed like hours with my whiskey enhanced attempts at Danish and classy toasts. But, alas, as t.b. player and I started talking it was time for them to be whisked away to New York. My fantasy was coming to an end...
...or so I thought.
Fast forward to last Thursday. Because of my nutty-ness and lust for good stories, I planned a 48 hour whirlwind trip to Vegas, planning to go alone. At the last minute I convinced Lisa to come along and she will forever be glad that she did.
We didn't have a plan. All we knew is that we arrived at 9:30 Thursday morning, the sold-out show was at 7 Friday night, and that maybe--maybe--Rory (American Steel's lead signer) could come through for us as he did in Cleveland and Baltimore to get us on the list. No need for tickets.
But that was anything but pressing. We decided to not even worry about that until the following afternoon. After all, we had a city of sin to indulge in.
Well, one gondola ride, 20 something awe-inspiring hotels, one Slash's birthday bash, two night clubs, a stupendous, button busting buffet (twice!), a 3 am dip in the pool, 3 Grand Marnier margaritas, $300 in shopping, cutting a rug on the bar, and one 7am walk of shame later we were ready for day two.
Total hours of Thursday night sleep: 2 1/2
We hit the streets for a second day with $1 frozen margaritas, the best $25 ever spent (a.k.a. the wax museum) and some high end window shopping. By 2pm it was time for the all or nothing text message. Our response was less than encouraging, but at least we got one:
"Oh no! I wish you would have told me sooner. We have so many friends coming to the show I don't know if we can get you on, but I'll see what I can do."
Ok, no worries. I mean, Lisa was a little more stressed than I. After all, I had nothing to lose, and was just having a great time being in Vegas. But I decided we should go back and get ready and go to the show anyway, even if we never heard back from Rory. There's always tickets available to a sold out show.
6:30. On the bus to the House of Blues in Mandalay Bay. And then, sweet victory. A text from Rory--"You're on."
Yes.
We got to the window with no time to spare. Our complimentary tickets were handed to us and we strutted through the door like true VIPers, which we weren't but whatever. I had never even heard of Alkaline Trio as of three weeks ago, but by this point I had chilled in their green room in two different cities.
The Fashion were already playing. We worked our way to the center of the crowd and danced like little girls in running through sprinklers on a steamy summer afternoon. We stood out in this punk arrangement with "scene kids" crossing their arms and looking on with contempt. I was having the time of my life. Not only had everything worked out for me (as usual) but I really do think that The Fashion rock. And then things got better. Around the fourth song I caught t.b. player's eye. His pick was clinched in his teeth which he revealed in a delighted smile, to which he added and point and a wink. He saw, recognized, and was excited to see me. How could this be?! How enchanting. I squeezed Lisa's hand...this night had only just begun.
We stayed though American Steel's set and then bolted for the merch tables to hang out with Danthrax (AmSteel's roadie) and The Fashion. They filtered out one at a time from the backstage, and with each new addition came hugs and excitement for seeing me there. I didn't even think they'd remember who I was. They laughed about me buying a t-shirt, since I could have gotten one for free for simply sleeping with Anders. All of them went on and on at how the only audience member they ever showed on the backstage monitor was me. "You don't understand," screamed Jackob, the over expressive lead signer, "it wasn't like they kept showing your section or you and the person next to you. No. It was just your face the whole time!"
What can I say? The camera man had a crush on me.
At this point t.b. player still hadn't arrived. Anders warned me that the two of them were roommates that night and that anything that happened between t.b. and I was going on back at my place cause he wasn't dealing with it. I laughed, but also was amazed at this since I never would have thought that it was some kind of common knowledge that he and I had hit it off.
Remember, I was still taken aback by them remembering my face.
My time at the merch table that night was some of the best times. We just laughed and joked for the rest of the show. A great fight went down a few yards in front of us, and when Alkaline Trio had called it quits for the night Lisa (who had gone back into the HOB to watch the show) and I found ourselves to be the guests of the Fashion and AmSteel for the official Epic Records after party.
...more to come.
2. Vegas:
I don't know where to begin. I had no idea it was possible to do so much in 48 hours. Life is a funny, funny thing.
To fully appreciate my weekend excursion, the stage must be set properly. In order to do that, we must go back two weeks to me and Lisa's mini (by comparison) adventure beginning in Cleveland and winding up in Baltimore. Upon entering the House of Blues in Cleveland, I immediately became enamored with the bass play of the opening band. Lisa has a history with the lead singer of the second band in the line up. And so, we had worlds of fun frolicking back stage and spending the night with American Steel (her band connection).I didn't get to spend much time with The Fashion that night. Only spoke briefly with their roadie and drummer. I smiled at the bas player, but then it was time to go.
In Baltimore, things were hopping. We had a great time. And I entertained the members of The Fashion for what seemed like hours with my whiskey enhanced attempts at Danish and classy toasts. But, alas, as t.b. player and I started talking it was time for them to be whisked away to New York. My fantasy was coming to an end......or so I thought.
Fast forward to last Thursday. Because of my nutty-ness and lust for good stories, I planned a 48 hour whirlwind trip to Vegas, planning to go alone. At the last minute I convinced Lisa to come along and she will forever be glad that she did.
We didn't have a plan. All we knew is that we arrived at 9:30 Thursday morning, the sold-out show was at 7 Friday night, and that maybe--maybe--Rory (American Steel's lead signer) could come through for us as he did in Cleveland and Baltimore to get us on the list. No need for tickets.But that was anything but pressing. We decided to not even worry about that until the following afternoon. After all, we had a city of sin to indulge in.
Well, one gondola ride, 20 something awe-inspiring hotels, one Slash's birthday bash, two night clubs, a stupendous, button busting buffet (twice!), a 3 am dip in the pool, 3 Grand Marnier margaritas, $300 in shopping, cutting a rug on the bar, and one 7am walk of shame later we were ready for day two.
Total hours of Thursday night sleep: 2 1/2
We hit the streets for a second day with $1 frozen margaritas, the best $25 ever spent (a.k.a. the wax museum) and some high end window shopping. By 2pm it was time for the all or nothing text message. Our response was less than encouraging, but at least we got one:"Oh no! I wish you would have told me sooner. We have so many friends coming to the show I don't know if we can get you on, but I'll see what I can do."
Ok, no worries. I mean, Lisa was a little more stressed than I. After all, I had nothing to lose, and was just having a great time being in Vegas. But I decided we should go back and get ready and go to the show anyway, even if we never heard back from Rory. There's always tickets available to a sold out show.
6:30. On the bus to the House of Blues in Mandalay Bay. And then, sweet victory. A text from Rory--"You're on."
Yes.
We got to the window with no time to spare. Our complimentary tickets were handed to us and we strutted through the door like true VIPers, which we weren't but whatever. I had never even heard of Alkaline Trio as of three weeks ago, but by this point I had chilled in their green room in two different cities.
The Fashion were already playing. We worked our way to the center of the crowd and danced like little girls in running through sprinklers on a steamy summer afternoon. We stood out in this punk arrangement with "scene kids" crossing their arms and looking on with contempt. I was having the time of my life. Not only had everything worked out for me (as usual) but I really do think that The Fashion rock. And then things got better. Around the fourth song I caught t.b. player's eye. His pick was clinched in his teeth which he revealed in a delighted smile, to which he added and point and a wink. He saw, recognized, and was excited to see me. How could this be?! How enchanting. I squeezed Lisa's hand...this night had only just begun.
We stayed though American Steel's set and then bolted for the merch tables to hang out with Danthrax (AmSteel's roadie) and The Fashion. They filtered out one at a time from the backstage, and with each new addition came hugs and excitement for seeing me there. I didn't even think they'd remember who I was. They laughed about me buying a t-shirt, since I could have gotten one for free for simply sleeping with Anders. All of them went on and on at how the only audience member they ever showed on the backstage monitor was me. "You don't understand," screamed Jackob, the over expressive lead signer, "it wasn't like they kept showing your section or you and the person next to you. No. It was just your face the whole time!"
What can I say? The camera man had a crush on me.
At this point t.b. player still hadn't arrived. Anders warned me that the two of them were roommates that night and that anything that happened between t.b. and I was going on back at my place cause he wasn't dealing with it. I laughed, but also was amazed at this since I never would have thought that it was some kind of common knowledge that he and I had hit it off.
Remember, I was still taken aback by them remembering my face.
My time at the merch table that night was some of the best times. We just laughed and joked for the rest of the show. A great fight went down a few yards in front of us, and when Alkaline Trio had called it quits for the night Lisa (who had gone back into the HOB to watch the show) and I found ourselves to be the guests of the Fashion and AmSteel for the official Epic Records after party.
...more to come.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Land of Cleves and More Balti, please
July 11th:
The Fashion's bass player, Christian and me in the green room in Baltimore.
July 10th:
Went to Cleveland with Lisa to see her punk band, American Steel, open for Alkaline Trio. She knows them from prior road trip nutty-ness and we got to hang back stage the whole time and then spent the night with them at a friend's band's house (which looked like a total crack house).
The adventure was not over as we followed them to Baltimore the next day.
At the House of Blues in Cleveland.
The Fashion's bass player, Christian and me in the green room in Baltimore.July 10th:
Went to Cleveland with Lisa to see her punk band, American Steel, open for Alkaline Trio. She knows them from prior road trip nutty-ness and we got to hang back stage the whole time and then spent the night with them at a friend's band's house (which looked like a total crack house).
The adventure was not over as we followed them to Baltimore the next day.
At the House of Blues in Cleveland.
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