place: REVOLUTION
year: 2007
shirt worn: Evergreen Terrace
type of show: official
bands:
FLOGGING MOLLY
CHUCK RAGAN
Shelby Sean
went with: Brian Hession & Kriss
show was: everything I hoped and dreamed
entry:
It was 5/16/2007, the summer after my second semester of college. I woke up to Bleak pounding on my door. I let him in. I tried to sleep while he sat there talking to me and wailing on a guitar. What the fuck. He goes back to work. I can't go back to sleep. Dan comes over. He wants to train. Instead I manage the Fist Full Of Yen's (my film team) my space. We hang out for a long time. Bleak comes back, and picks us up. We head over to Brian Hession's house. A whole lot of discussion goes down, and it boils down to: Bleak and Dan can't go, I'm riding in the trunk of Brian's new Del Sol. Bleak takes Dan to cash in his check, drops Dan off at Sam's, and drops me off at my house. I get ready, blah, blah, blah. I own the shit out of this guy who tried to flame Fist Full Of Yen's bands of the week. Then I walk to Brian's house. Brian's new sports car is cool. His new girlfriend is cool too. Dude, I thought that riding in the trunk for half an hour to Ft. Lauderdale was going to suck, but it was actually really cool. I could lay down perfectly comfortable. I laid on a blanket and a pillow. I listened to my iPod the whole way. I just laid my phone and my iPod next to me. If someone called me, I wouldn't have to feel it cause I would just see it light up. It wasn't as hot as I thought it would be. There was plenty of room. I could reach up in it. The breeze felt really good when I got out of the trunk. We ate at that pizza place around the corner. Then we went inside. Shelby Sean was a guy playing his acoustic. We all just kind of sat inside and watched him on the screen. I went outside and ran into Josh Strode. He was like "Who'd you come with!" and I was like "Brian...Hession," and he was like "Good, cause I don't wanna see that CUNT again," and I was like "Ok." Then I ran into Bobby-o. He was like "Yo my eyes are squinted like always." He was with the manager girl at HOT TOPIC in the Wellington Mall. I went back inside. I told Brian and Kriss all about Fist Full Of Yen's participation in the Film Racing: Miami event while CHUCK RAGAN played. He was another acoustic guy. They were crackin up though, when I was describing the new video, "Orange You Glad I Didn't Pick Golf?" So, after CHUCK RAGAN, it was time. We went out in the crowd. Now, I thought it was going to all be a bunch of ignorant white people that are like "2% IRISH! REPRESENT! ALRIGHT!" but when we were waiting for FLOGGING MOLLY to hit the stage, a bunch of people in the crowd started singing old Irish folk songs and you could hear their beautiful Irish voices, so we had some real Irish people here. FLOGGING MOLLY hits the stage and it is WONDERFUL. They opened with Another Bag of Bricks. A mosh pit immediately opens up and it stays that way for their entire set. The best part is, there were no fights. It was like the only show I'd been to that didn't have a fight. No one was trying to be a tough guy. Everyone was just having fun. I was in there. Not only were people moshing, but they were folk dancing. I did that as much as I could but sometimes it would end quickly with the pit. Everyone was dancing and drunk (except me). They at least played the following songs (not in order): Salty Dog, Selfish Men, Black Friday Rule, Drunken Lullabies, What's Left of the Flag, May the Living Be Dead, If I Ever Leave This World, Swagger, Another Bag of Bricks, Factory Girls, Screaming at the Wailing Wall, Seven Deadly Sins, The Spoken Wheel, Tobacco Island, Whistles in the Wind, With a Wonder and a Wild Desire, and Within a Mile of Home. Selfish Men was dedicated to the guitarist's Floridian uncle who always makes them big meat ball sandwiches whenever they lay down here. Somewhere in the set, the singer was like "Last Week, for the first time ever, the Catholics and the Protestants of Ireland declared peace," and everyone just like cheers out with joy, whatever. It's a beautiful thing. So, he's like "If we can have peace in Ireland, we can definitely have peace here. So, have peace with us here in this next song," and they played everyone's favorite, "Drunken Lullabies," and the place just erupted with energy, yo. I was so happy they played my favorite song "Tobacco Island." They ended their set with the singer dedicated "What's Left of the Flag" to his deceased father. I fucking cried dude. That marks the second time that a concert has been beautiful enough to make me cry. The crowd called for an encore. So, the singer came back out. It was just him and his acoustic. He said that he wrote the song after his wife left him and he left Ireland in 1989. I cried again. It was so moving. Oh God. So, when it got the part of the song where it picks up, the rest of the band comes out, and the pit opens up again. Everyone's goin crazy. They followed and finished that with my other favorite, "Seven Deadly Sins." It was so cool, cause I was like dancing with all these girls that I didn't know, and as we're trading off arms and stuff, Brian grabbed my arm and I hadn't seen him since FLOGGING MOLLY started, and it was so cool to run into him during that song since we were pirates at my Pirates vs. Ninja 19th birthday party, and that song's the pirate anthem. When the song was over I grabbed one of the girls, dipped her, and when her brought her back up I hugged her and was like "Thank you" and she just smiled and was like "Thank you. You were awesome. "We stopped by that 711 afterwards. There was no way I was gonna ride in the trunk after being all dehydrated so we just took the top off the car and crammed Kriss in the console. It was only her second concert. Brian and I caught up on everything since we really stopped hanging out. Let me tell you something. I have decided that out of the seventy-five shows I have been to, this one definitely ranks in as the fourth best. I decided: here's my top 5 as of now:
1. Ozzfest 2003
5. Mindless Self Indulgence tour (2006)
The next night I went to tha club, and the following night I found out that Brian broke his foot at the show.