OLPGoose wrote:Nikki, I got it off of ebay. and today, i got a copy of woodstock '99!!!!!! i cant wiat to watch it. if i had teh ability to make copies of it, i owuld make you a copy. if you really want it that bad, i will give you the guy's e-mail address that did teh uaction.
Oh man, gotta love Ebay. Maybe I'll visit you someday and watch 'em.
OLPGoose wrote:burleigh from ok go said i can auction his white converse high tops on ebay. hahahahahahaah. someboyd just said "our lady peace is a reason to nuke canada" GRRRRRR!!!!!
HAHAHA, that's great! That guy seems really cool. And, kill the person who said that.
And, umm... Raine sings pretty. Hahah.
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yeah, osme day you can com over and we can watch 8 hours of OLP video tapes...will be fun.
i am doing my "college show" research. nikki, th eother day on aim, when i told you it would be "1000 dollars" hahaha. i was a moron. my math was bad. heheheh. it will be $30 and thats is the capacity is only 1000 people. i dont know my way aroudn thsi stupid school though so it will be a while i htink...and if my brother gets in to columbia, i can be going to FIT as soon as september! THAT would be a great place for an OLP show *dreams*
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OLPGoose wrote:yeah, osme day you can com over and we can watch 8 hours of OLP video tapes...will be fun.
Careful what you say, you'll have a Nikki on your doorstep in no time.
OLPGoose wrote:i am doing my "college show" research. nikki, th eother day on aim, when i told you it would be "1000 dollars" hahaha. i was a moron. my math was bad. heheheh. it will be $30 and thats is the capacity is only 1000 people. i dont know my way aroudn thsi stupid school though so it will be a while i htink...and if my brother gets in to columbia, i can be going to FIT as soon as september! THAT would be a great place for an OLP show *dreams*
Dude, if you get OLP to play there??? And you're a person in charge or something!?!?! DUDE. Think about that. You realize you'll have all of the OMA board coming to that concert and we'll be expecting backstage passes, right???
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<font color="#3C8C8B">Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try, no hell below us,
above us only sky, imagine all the people, <font color="#FFFFFF">living</font> for today...</font>
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for, no religion too, imagine all the people, living <font color="#FFFFFF">life</font> in peace...</font>
Long rant about the concert and the asswipeness level of Raine from my LJ:
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It was raining like a motherfucker. A pounding, intense rain that soaks immediately and drums against your skull with morbid purpose until all your skin melts off, and then erodes the bone away until what was once you is nothing more than a flesh-colored puddle.
I am exaggerating.
But it was some kind of hell.
We were in the car for hours. Kathryn, Carlo, and I are a deadly combination even with plenty of room to stretch out; crammed into a tiny car, we're a time bomb with a very short fuse. By the time we got through customs, shopped unsuccessfully for Carlo's hockey gear, and made it to downtown Vancouver, it was a miracle nobody had been murdered.
And then we couldn't find the hotel.
We drove around the same blocks again and again, in the dark and the horrid cold and rain, windows open because we couldn't read street signs through the drenched glass. We were already running several hours late, and it was looking less and less likely that we'd make the concert on time. When we found the hotel, everyone was far too exhausted and tired and angry to appreciate the magnificence of the suite; by far the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in. Two bedrooms, a kitchenette, a bathroom and a living room; three TVs. That's what I call living.
But we only stayed there long enough to change, put on some makeup, and go out into the rain again. Carlo, who'd come for the hockey gear, stayed behind.
After grabbing dinner at Subway (and them not taking our cards, and having to pay cash, of which we only had American, and much more issues therein), we managed to go to the WRONG GIANT ARENA. In so doing, we stepped in several inches-deep puddles, and got thoroughly drenched, ruining the hair and makeup we'd applied just minutes before. When we found the right arena, we had to walk around it twice before we found where to pick up the tickets, then got in the wrong line, and when we finally found where we were supposed to be, the ushers had fucked up our seats, so they moved us. They were the same seats, only on the other side of the stage, but this "oversight" would prove VERY COSTLY later on that night.
We settled down to watch the opening bands, drenched, exhausted, sore, and generally in bad spirits. But our seats were amazing. They were the equivalent of third-row floor, but they were front row, in the stadium, affording us nicer arrangements and places to relax and put up our feet. We took off our sopping coats and made fun of the opening bands and fellow audience members, and tried to make the best of being uncomfortable.
The opening acts, by the way, were Seether, Finger Eleven, and a trio of people who are apparently on a Canadian sitcom, The Trailer Park Boys. I don't recommend any of them. But then, I've only once seen an opening act I liked, and that was Glen Phillips.
By the time OLP came out, we were feeling better, and we had a fucking blast. There was no comparison between this and the Seattle show in August. It was fucking AMAZING.
But. When One Man Army started, Raine ran out into the crowd, right where Kathryn and I were supposed to have sat! He was literally standing in front of OUR SEATS. We could have grabbed him and made off with him right then and there, had the ushers not fucked up our tickets. And, of course he did his little striptease with the line "undress your soul" and Kathryn and I were torn between being in awe and being super-uper-duper-mega-pissed. We settled for an awed but utterly serious "That usher will die."
He made up for it though. In "Right Behind You", he came to OUR side and played right to us, pointing at Kathryn and I on one of the refrains: "No matter what you say, no matter what you do, no matter what I'm always right there behind YOU!" 'Twas, for lack of a better word, orgasmic.
Other highlights: Well, they did the Naveed/Life crossover again, which lost none of its power to stun and amaze. And Superman's Dead was spectacular. The crowd played right into Somewhere Out There and Innocent; OMA, as previously mentioned, was... well, I'm running out of worshipful words, but you get the idea. They did a new one, "Our Time is Fading", which they BETTER put on SOMETHING I can get my hands on, quickly, because... DAMN! And they fucking played IN REPAIR! Joy! Joy! JOY! And the much lesser-heard, but beautiful "Drive". "Birdman" brought it's usual humpage of Steve ("I feel him CLOOOOOOOSE"), and "Is Anybody Home?" is probably their strongest live song, if I had to pick one, for it's improvised intro, powerful solos, Raine's, um, nuts-going, and the awesome audience interaction. FanFUCKINGtastic. "Are You Sad?" - Beautiful, tear-inducing... "Whatever", "All For You", "Do You Like It?", "Bring Back the Sun"... I'm sure I'm forgetting some, but everything was amazing.
And our view. RIGHT THERE. So everything was better than Seattle, if only because we could SEE it.
And then there was 4 AM. Raine did his usual "You guys have been awesome," and then - this is important (there will be a test later) - said, "you know, all these rock bands nowadays who push their fans away, we're not like that. You guys are our friends, really."
Then he went right into the audience-rendition of 4 AM, with him holding out the mic over the crowd. At the end, he grabbed the portable microphone, jumped off the stage RIGHT IN FRONT OF KATHRYN AND I - as in, INCHES - and ran past us to a point halfway to the back of the theater, and led us in another chorus. It was amazing. Then, he disappeared, and the ushers (for lack of a better word) ushered us out.
If anything, the rain was colder, wetter, heavier, and more evil than before. We decided to get a snack, then come back and wait for the band to come out. We found a 7-11 and got Slurpees (although I have no idea why, given the temperature) and snacks. When we got back, we walked all the way around the arena, but the place looked deserted. They were really rushing people out of there it seemed.
"Looks like they're not coming out," Kathryn said, and we glumly agreed to walk back to the hotel.
We were making our way across the overpass when we looked down and saw their tour buses, with a small crowd milling around them. It was pretty far down, and it was late and cold and wet. There was no discussion; we turned and ran to go back down there.
Along with other hardcore fans (who, more intelligently, had brought umbrellas), we waited. And waited. And waited some more. We ate our food, letting the rain drench it, letting the rain drench us. They had to come out to the buses sometime.
An hour passed. The crowd thinned. We learned from a guard that the band was inside partying, that they'd be out in another hour. We were miserable. We waited. We'd heard good things; that they would come out and talk to the fans after shows, that they were really "nice, down-to-earth guys". And they weren't like those other bands who pushed their fans away. Oh no, we were their friends.
After another hour, people began exiting the venue with supplies and loading the trucks and buses. The crowd was down to exactly nine people by this time, myself and Kathryn included.
Raine came out.
We moved closer. He signed something for somebody, took a picture. We moved closer. Finally we could get this over with, and go home.
But then. Then he said, "I'm done." Got into the waiting van. And fucking sped off.
We'd waited two and a half hours. In the freezing rain. There were nine of us. He couldn't fucking sign NINE AUTOGRAPHS?!
"Show's over," the guards said. "Go home." Where were the remaining members of the band? No sign of them. People were crying. "I'm gonna kill myself!" some teenybopper wailed.
Kathryn and I were too wet and exhausted to be pissed, upset, or anything other than glad that we could finally go home. We trudged the five blocks back to the hotel, and finally slept.
My coat is still soaked. My ticket is still unsigned. I have still not met the fucking band. I give up. I'm not waiting until they do another tour. I'm not spending that much money on this bullshit anymore. I am too old for this.
That more than sucks. I've heard of stories like that before where people waited for hours and he just ignored them, but I've never been pissed off because of them. That one pissed me off.
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do...
makes me wonder why i am going all the way to rochester
Raine is not much of a social one but usually they sign all the autographs especially since there was so few people. He actually said "I'm done" that is pretty pathetic. Makes me lose a lot of respect.
Raine: what a meanie. someone shouldve punched him, then asked for his autograph.
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
Yeah, if Raine doesn't blow you off, tell him the leader of his mafia won't forgive him until he shows up personally at her door with a card and a bouquet of flowers, an I'm-so-sorry hug and a solo performance of... oh... "Thief".
Yeah, that might cover it.
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But anyway, have an awesome time! Their live performances seem to be getting better by the minute.
yeah...that does suck. maybe he was having a bad night. i kno wthat doesnt make up for your soaking coat or anything, but lets not all decide to lynch raine just yet. but degfinitely osmeboyd should yell at him! and god, maybe it was that teenybopper threatening suicide thats cared him off!!!
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somebody hsould just take a BIG CHUNK o fhis hair and chop it off when he's turned around
punsihment enough aerin???? it will kill raine to not be the prettiest person in morth america, you know.
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