But before we indulge, we must retrogress.
The evening dawned while in line for the show at Velour. We were 17th or so. The competing venue, Muse, was obnoxiously trying to lure fans from the headlined Dragons on promises of MTV film crews and a cheaper cover. It was a hard decision. I just couldn't decide.
Seriously? No. Who were they kidding? Let's leave the coveted Dragons and go for twelve seconds on a dying network. It's not as if we were appearing on the Shore. And if we were, I would always choose ID.
Dragons. Always. Absolutely.
Alas, the poor, struggling music cafe surrendered to a sub par crowd and we continued our quest to catch glimpses of Fox and Reynolds conversing through the curtains behind the red V adorning the window sill of the Velour. Delightful.
The pre-gamed, 30-something group that had been waiting longer than us had entered first. It was 8:10 and they were already gone. Oh, and they brought children. I would love to be their child, watching mommy piss faced and dancing. Thank goodness it's a dry venue, poison control would have had to be contacted.
My excitement was uncontrollable. Or it was. I don't recall my exact actions. But in my head I was screaming.
After twenty minutes of standing four feet and two people back from the stage, Links took the center and played a set that was nothing less than fantastic.
Hello Amsterdam played next. Although their stage presence was not there, they offer mild thrills and entertainment. You can download their album legally and for free here.
Dragons were next. We had moved more to the center by now, away from some of the blacked out bimbos whipping their hair in our face and making atrocious noises and gestures. Plus, our view of the front man was crystal.
They took the floor. I died. Right there at the Velour.
Their set was amazing. Me and Dan screamed lyrics to each other, not once, but twice. Of course his were the only ones coming through speakers. Can I just say, him screaming at me and me at him, both with scarily intense and satisfying faces, was one of the greatest moments in recent times.
Afterwards, we chatted with him about our intensity and awesomeness. Snapped a few flashes and Makayla took a lot of restraint when she didn't drop her pants in front of him.
I mean, I look twelve, but it's fine.
If you would like to see a couple videos I took of the performance, Click here.
Granted they aren't the best quality. Don't sue me. Also, sometimes they go to his crotch. This is completely unintentional. I wasn't paying attention to the camera.
*Side Note: I will be volunteering at Velour now! Can you say my foot is in the door? I can't wait. That's all.
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