So I was asleep one morning and I got a Bandsintown update that said Title Fight is coming to Birmingham. I called my cousin and we made plans to go. When the day came I was pretty stoked. I picked up my cousin and we went to Birmingham. The show was at a venue called The Forge. I had never been there before, but from what I could tell, it was in a pretty old building with uneven, concrete floors. We got there shortly before the doors opened and I talked to several people that I knew from previous shows. There were three bands playing: Single Mothers, Pianos Becomes The Teeth, and Title Fight. The first was Single Mothers were really good. They had a good number of fans there. Of course, I had never heard of them but I really liked them. Their singer did some really cool jumps. For me, the bands that move around and do things like that are always the most memorable. The next band was Pianos Becomes The Teeth. I had heard of them because they are always in Alternative Press. I really liked them. They had a good bit of fans there too and they were really involved. Then it was time for Title Fight. I was really stoked for them. Somehow, I ended up in the front of the crowd. Little did I know that was a bad mistake. When the band walked on stage and played the first note of the first song, there was and instant surge forward and the next thing I knew, I was pushing people off of me left, right, and over-head. Not even halfway through the first song this huge guy flies over me and then proceeds to push my glasses into my face when he tries to jump off the stage. I caught my glasses before they flew off my face and I jumped on stage to save myself from the fury that was about to take over. There were already other people on stage so I did not feel so bad. When I got on stage, it was not much better because people would crowd surf and walk around side stage and jump back into the crowd. Eventually I found my way to the back and I remained there for the rest of the show. Even though my time on stage was short lived, it was one of the best experiences I have ever had at a show, because it was so much fun and there was so much energy in that tiny room. I would definitely go back to that venue just to see Title Fight again.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
The All American Rejects and Matt Toka Mobile, Alabama 11/14/12
I was sitting in math class
one day and I got an email from my mom saying “What are we doing wed November 14?” I was a little confused because that was a
Wednesday, but I answered and said that we were not doing anything. Her
response? “All American Rejects at Soul Kitchen. Be there or be square
=D” I jumped out of my seat in the middle of class. I was so excited because I
had not seen them since 2009 and I was feeling deprivation. Of course, knowing
my luck, I was sick on the day of the show, but that did not stop me. I left
school and went straight to Mobile. When I got there, I stood in line for a
little while then I got in and got my underage bracelet and stood in another
line. The security guy let us in the room and my mom and I headed for the
barricade. The first guy was Matt Toka. I was absolutely amazed by how good he
was. He is one of those guys that will one day be responsible for the punk rock
revival. He had so much energy and ran around the venue like he owned the
place. I did not know any of his songs other than the Nirvana cover of
Courtney. I got to meet him after his set and he was just… awesome. I cannot
think of another adjective to describe him. If he ever comes back to Alabama, I
will be attending.
Then it was time for All American Rejects. Gosh, I was so
stoked. Tyson walked onto the stage and he was just as beautiful as could be.
They opened with Dirty Little Secret. The opening guitar to that song really
set the standard for how the rest of the night would turn out. They followed
that with
Fallin’ Apart
My Paper Heart (Written about a girl from Alabama. “This song
goes out to Anna Banana *gives a fake address*)
Beekeeper’s Daughter (My Favorite! AHH!)
I Wanna
Walk Over Me
Fast and Slow
Swing, Swing (Told a story about writing this album in his
grandmothers attic in her run-down trailer)
Mona Lisa
It End’s Tonight
Gonzo
Move Along
Kids In The Street
Heartbeat Slowing Down
Gives You Hell