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mywholecry) wrote2009-04-04 06:24 pm
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BEFORE I TALK ABOUT THE ACADEMY IS..., LET’S HAVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR IOWA, WHO DROPPED THEIR BAN ON SAME SEX MARRIAGE! It’s on the move now.
ANYWAY.
The opening acts for The Academy Is... thursday ended up being Evan Taubenfeld, the guitarist from Avril Lavigne’s band (his music was. . .uhm, better than Avril Lavigne? It didn’t suck, but it’s not my thing. He was funny, though, and offered to have sex with anyone who bought three of his t-shirts, so), and Empires (who kind of rock). We actually didn’t know for sure if Empires was there or not, because apparently they were replacing another band, which led to fun, excited fangirling in the crowd while we were waiting for someone to announce it.
RANDOM GIRL: Wait, what? Empires? Tom Conrad? Tom. Fucking. Conrad?
ME: Tomrad’s here? What?
MORE GIRLS: TOMRAD?!
It turns out that all of Empires had laryngitis, but they played through it really well, even if they did kind of look like they were dying a little. But, oh, Tomrad. Your bitchy, adorable face is only made more bitchy and adorable when you’re sick.
So, after Empires, we listened to some Shins and Death Cab and Regina over the PA until William Beckett came out and a mild earthquake erupted as we all kind of lost ourselves because William Beckett is, in fact, hot like burning. Especially now that he has an actual boy haircut.
Most of The Academy’s set was just William solo, because Mike Carden and Michael Guy Chislett (your name, I swear) are both in Los Angeles and apparently the Butcher is lost to New York, but Sisky (SISKY! <3) came out to play harmonica on one song and bass on the finale.
And also to reenact a scene from The Dark Knight with William after he took a poll of the audience to find out who we thought was the best Batman (they chose George Clooney, because they are heathens. It’s Christian Bale all the way, or maybe, maybe, Adam West, if you’re into the happier, more cartoon version of Batman). I do vote for Sisky as the next Batman, though. He has the voice down.
Anyway. William sang a Shins song, and I melted just a little bit, and that combined with the force of his hips (to quote a random girl from the audience, “William! William BECKETT! Your hips DON’T LIE.”) led me to buying a t-shirt.
It was a fun night. My hearing’s still a little messed up, and my throat hurts like a mother, and I have bruises from getting caught in a tangle of girls while attempting to catch Sisky’s guitar pick, but. . .seriously, the hips.
ANYWAY.
The opening acts for The Academy Is... thursday ended up being Evan Taubenfeld, the guitarist from Avril Lavigne’s band (his music was. . .uhm, better than Avril Lavigne? It didn’t suck, but it’s not my thing. He was funny, though, and offered to have sex with anyone who bought three of his t-shirts, so), and Empires (who kind of rock). We actually didn’t know for sure if Empires was there or not, because apparently they were replacing another band, which led to fun, excited fangirling in the crowd while we were waiting for someone to announce it.
RANDOM GIRL: Wait, what? Empires? Tom Conrad? Tom. Fucking. Conrad?
ME: Tomrad’s here? What?
MORE GIRLS: TOMRAD?!
It turns out that all of Empires had laryngitis, but they played through it really well, even if they did kind of look like they were dying a little. But, oh, Tomrad. Your bitchy, adorable face is only made more bitchy and adorable when you’re sick.
So, after Empires, we listened to some Shins and Death Cab and Regina over the PA until William Beckett came out and a mild earthquake erupted as we all kind of lost ourselves because William Beckett is, in fact, hot like burning. Especially now that he has an actual boy haircut.
Most of The Academy’s set was just William solo, because Mike Carden and Michael Guy Chislett (your name, I swear) are both in Los Angeles and apparently the Butcher is lost to New York, but Sisky (SISKY! <3) came out to play harmonica on one song and bass on the finale.
And also to reenact a scene from The Dark Knight with William after he took a poll of the audience to find out who we thought was the best Batman (they chose George Clooney, because they are heathens. It’s Christian Bale all the way, or maybe, maybe, Adam West, if you’re into the happier, more cartoon version of Batman). I do vote for Sisky as the next Batman, though. He has the voice down.
Anyway. William sang a Shins song, and I melted just a little bit, and that combined with the force of his hips (to quote a random girl from the audience, “William! William BECKETT! Your hips DON’T LIE.”) led me to buying a t-shirt.
It was a fun night. My hearing’s still a little messed up, and my throat hurts like a mother, and I have bruises from getting caught in a tangle of girls while attempting to catch Sisky’s guitar pick, but. . .seriously, the hips.