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Arctic Monkeys rehearsal for Album de la semaine
Arctic Monkeys rehearsal for Album de la semaine
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arcticmonkeysus: unibrowgallagher: Tonight was the best night...
Tonight was the best night of my life. We got to hangout back stage but when the band was coming on we couldn’t be there so my friend and I were waiting by the stairs and saw their van pull up, Jamie got out first then everyone else did and they all looked over at us literally 5 feet away! I think Nick was going to come over but then they had to go on. So during the concert we went back up and it was great. At the end we had to leave again so we just went to the front, but when they were done playing R U Mine? I knew it would be my only chance. I grabbed my friend and we ran back behind the stage, we stood there in shock as Jamie and Nick walked by. I wasn’t going to let it happen a 3rd and 4th time so when I saw Alex I yelled his name and he looked immediately I asked him to please sign my record and I’ll never forget the cute face he made and we met each other by the stairs, then Matt came and I asked him to sign it too. He was holding my pen for like 30 seconds and I should’ve said something but all I could say was “thank you so much”.
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cannonxball: Arctic Monkeys Paradise Rock Club Boston,...
Arctic Monkeys
Paradise Rock Club
Boston, MA
9/17/13
The night before the show, I was looking at old, pretty shitty (shittier than these, even) pictures I took the first time I saw Arctic Monkeys in 2007. I couldn’t believe how young they looked in them. I mean, I’ve obviously seen old pictures of them throughout the years online and everywhere, watched all the haircuts and everything, the evolution, whatever…but what was striking to me, what freaked me out a little was that I had taken these few pictures, that I had been there at this specific time to take these specific shots, that I had taken them after being rattled around in a pit, after getting caught in that big shifting crowd wave, after Be Your Own Pet had long left the stage, pissed off that no one was there to see them (I still love them, to be fair, but come on, opening bands). That I had held a camera (a legitimate, actual camera, with a cord to wrap around my wrist —no phone) up in some desperate flailing movement and was able to actually capture something. I don’t know, it just got me thinking about how young I was in 2007, how there’s only about a year difference (plus a little) between my age and the Monkeys’ ages, and I got this weird, swirling feeling of nostalgia mixed with awe, which sounds dumb even as I type it, but it’s the only way I can describe it. I guess I just don’t ever feel happy for anyone else’s success (insert Smiths song title here). But seeing the show on Tuesday, I felt so…proud or something, so in awe of it all. Like, whoa, I’m seeing genuine success happen right now. This is growth. And then it creeps up on me, as these stupid, everyday things tend to do, that I’m growing, too, and something there got to me, something in that basic notion of looking back and seeing who you were as a stupid 19 year old and seeing yourself as you are now, how much you’ve changed and not changed at all, seeing yourself front fucking row and being pressed up against a barrier, feeling too old to be doing shit like that anymore, to be waiting in line for five hours to catch a glimpse of some band dudes, to stretch for a setlist, to keep your wristband on for a few days —seeing that and thinking, fuck. It’s amazing. It’s trite, maybe, but still amazing that a fucking rock and roll show can just grab onto your heart like that, that everything you’ve felt or experienced in the last bunch of years has had a particular sound in the background, and here it is, loud, right in front of you, inches even, just out of reach.
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