Copying Jessica who just posted her journal entry for a Something Corporate show at the 9:30 Club ten years ago (holy motherfucking shit.) She and I and Adriana went together, and I also have an entry for this show, although it was posted five days later, on February 1st, 2005. I thought it would be interesting to compare notes.
2/1/05 9:49PM
“Soco was Thursday”
Amazing.
Went with Jess & Yana. We were 2 or 3 people in, center-right for the opening acts (The Academy Is…, Hidden in Plain View, Straylight Run) but I got out after Straylight Run because the crowd was getting uncharacteristically violent (it’s a Something Corporate show, come on now). Grabbed some much needed water from the bar, bought a hoody (hoodie?) and headed up to the balcony. Not as great viewing (distance-wise), but a better all around experience since I was able to breathe and ENJOY the show.
I’m unsure what to say about the setlist, if you’re into Something Corporate, they ran through the major singles, plus an acoustic version of I Want To Save You, Watch the Sky, and Konstantine. They spun a disco ball during the part of Konstantine which goes “when the first star you see may not be a star.” Being up in the balcony with the club glowing purple from the lights, and these little twinkling disco ball stars… a dorky comment I know, but it was so surreal, kind of magical.
Andrew broke one of his piano keys. I know nothing about pianos, it’s not like I can grade his abilities as a pianist, but you can tell he’s passionate. I think that counts more.
Survived first encounter with DDRmom outside after the show. Grabbed a bunch of flyers from the street teams. Got a Black Maria sampler from some guy. Felt like looting.
Got home at like 1:30. Can someone pay me to do this please. Really. I was thinking about this when I was lying in bed Thursday night. I just want to go to shows every night and come home exhausted and sweaty and smelling like smoke and pass out in my bed with my clothes on and go “well this is rock and roll.” Because IT IS like that. It’s like an alternate universe. You come out of it and it’s like YOU SAW the music. It’s not a teenybopper thing, it’s purer than that…
It’s like the lights and the crowd and the energy and the noise.
I don’t know. I don’t see the use in trying to describe it, since knowing the explaination for why something makes you happy really never seems to change a damn thing
I truly think they should teach journaling at the high school level, or at least start some pro-diary initiative. I had a suspicion in middle school that at some point I would come to value the records of these events, no matter how mundane, and it’s already paying off. The funny thing is, the conclusion I draw from every single old entry I read, is exactly the same: it’s amazing how much you change, and it’s amazing how much you stay the same. I was always hung up on the saying “you are who you were in high school,” on one hand I wanted it to be true, because that time seemed like such a distilled, sincere expression of who I am, but at the same time, fuck, high school, really? But through reading old things I’ve written, I’ve realized It’s not an either/or proposition. I haven’t deviated 70% from who I was at sixteen, and retained 30% of my characteristics. I’m 100% a different person, and 100% the same person at the same time.
P.S. here is the hoody/hoodie
