Pete Wentz: Who do you love Sydney?
Sydney: F.O.B!
Pete Wentz: I didn't hear you, who do you love Sydney?
Sydney: F.Ohhh.Beee!!!!
I'm still pumped and as Mr R would point out, I'm blogging at midnight after another awesome night out. Fall out boy, the American punk rock band came to Sydney and rocked the Acer Arena tonight. This was the best concert I've ever been to. Its also the only concert I've been to, but if I had been to others, this would STILL be the best concert ever. I used to doubt that live music would be as good as music recorded in a controlled studio scenario. How terribly terribly wrong I was. Call me a convert to the church of Live music KICKS ASS!
The only thing that was poor about tonight was Acer Arena itself. The parking situation is dismal, in that it took me about 20 mins to get out of the car park. The way they prevented people from getting in and out of different sections of the floor was just annoying and the food was disgusting and overpriced. Those are about the only bad things. Seriously.
The rest of the night was great. We started off with a complete surprise in the form of the support band "Jack's Mannequin". I'd like to say it is a pop punk/rock with piano band. The lead singer plays the piano beautifully and it adds the soothing underlying sound to the riffs of the guitars. The song "I'm ready" is amazing and this made me really hooked into this band.
The second support act was Gyroscope. They were in my opinion slightly average and this might be due to my general distaste of Australian rock bands. There is something about them that makes me annoyed, at the very least stemming from some bands thinking its OK to use 'fuck' as a normal part of the lyrics. Dudes, its good for emphasis, but overusing it is lame.
And of course. There was Fall Out Boy. F.O.B. Patrick, Andy, Joe and the ever annoying Pete Wentz. These guys made the crowd sing the roof off Acer Arena. Their act was so full of energy that the 'mosh pit' extended from the front of the floor, pretty much to the back. I head banged and moshed with the energy of an 18 year old (which pretty much was the general demographic. Man I feel old.) They played nearly non-stop for nearly an hour and a half, with occasional breaks for Pete to talk crap. Patrick, the lead singer has got the most amazing singing voice, but hes so shy that he never speaks in anything unless he can help it. It doesn't matter, as long as he keeps the words flowing and the bass jamming, I'm willing to listen to emo kid Pete.
Hard to say which was the best song. The roar of approval that came with the classic "Sugar we're goin' down" was matched with the excited surprise of "A Little less sixteen candles". The song 'Thnks Fr Th Mmrs' went down well, and Pete even got the correct code of football that the song was used for in advertising. They even did covers of Michael Jackson's "Beat It" and the "Power of Love" by Huey Lewis and the News. A well rounded show where one could not stop singing. I kid you not, I nearly passed out from singing and dancing for so long without taking a breath. The encroaching blackness reminded me, oh wait, yes breathing for air consumption, that thing you do outside of just using it to sing.
I'm sore, I've got this ringing in my ear that won't go away and my voice is pretty much gone. And I'm incredibly happy.
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs Fall Out Boy.
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