Cobra Starship in Montreal, 11/26
Dec. 10th, 2008 08:03 pmI should have done this earlier. I can't remember a thing now.
The day of the gig was a freaking cold one. Again. Hip hip hurray for late November in Montreal. My sister and I got to the venue around 8pm, the doors were opening at 7pm if I'm not mistaken.
Kill the Lights had already played, and we arrived halfway through Sing It Loud's set. After buying a kickass shirt.
My sister and I headed for the floor. We stayed until the end of the set (I can't remember a thing, they didn't strike me or anything. No, wait. The singer looked like Chester Somethington from Linkin Park.
The crowd. Oh my god. I never felt so out of place of my whole existence. I fitted more in the crowd full of drunken Irish/I-want-to-look-Irish dudes at Flogging Molly's gig. Or the old people at Van Halen's gig. Or the drunken metal dudes at System of a Down's gig. You get my point.
Chavs. Everywhere. American Eagle fest. NYC caps gathering. I felt like I was back in high school. I was expecting to get bullied every seconds.
I'm not being a drama queen, alright? They danced to Crank That by Soulja Boy. They cheered when Let It Rock by Lil Wayne and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer (I don't know, okay?) came on. The venue turned into a club when Please Don't Stop the Music came on. I wanted to throw myself off the balcony.
The balcony, where I ended up after wanting to kill myself on the floor.
Forever the Sickest Kids.
The keyboardist looked like Merry. In the Lord of the Rings. Not Dominic Monaghan, or even his character in Lost. Merry. The Hobbit. Yeah.
Fans gave them a stuffed pinguin with a shirt saying "Montreal <3 FTSK". Aww.
The singer did FUCKING TEKTONIK. You know, the kind of dance when you act like your arms are snakes, which makes you look like a complete and utter retard? Yeah, he did that. I banged my head against the table. Thrice.
The mic stand had big bling on it. That's all I can remember. I was too busy whining and asking myself why the fuck I was there.
Then, Cobra came on.
Gabe. That's all I have to say. Gabe.
Okay, no. That sounds too fangirl. Let's elaborate.
I don't remember all the songs they played. I know for sure they did these ones:
-The Church of Hot Addiction
-The City is at War
-My Moves are Hot (White Hot That Is)
-Ryland Pleasure
-Snakes on a Plane (I was not expecting William to appear, no...)
-Prostitution is the World's Oldest Profession (And I, Madam, Am a Professional)
-It's Amateur's Night at the Appolo Creed
-Guilty Pleasures
-Damn You Look Good and I'm Drunk
-Kiss My Sass
-Send My Love To The Dancefloor, I'll See You In Hell
Yeah. That's all I can remember.
Now, the pics.
Small venue ftw.
Forever the Sickest Kid. You can see the Hobbit on the left.
Hobbit (failed) close up.
One thing made me laugh really loudly. Gabe and Ryland are so tall that their mics are up high, alright? When one tech guy came to test it, and test the guitars, he had the mic in the middle of the forehead. It was well funny.
Lights!
Put your hands up, in the air!
Wrong song, wrong band, I know <.<
Gabe speaks French. A little. He took French lessons in high school.
It went kind of like this.
"I know a little bit of French, I had classes in high school. Comment ça va? Ça va bien! Où est la bibliothèque? Je ne sais pas? As you can see, I'm not that good, so if you don't mind, I'll speak in English. But you won't mind because you are smart people and you're all bilingual. I am too, but with Spanish."
Then later Ryland said some things too "Merci beacoup! *something something god I can't remember* mais je m'en fils!" Fail, Ryland, fail. It's fiche, not fils. You said son, darling.
That's one of the cool thing he did with Victoria. One of the less cool thing was creeping his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He apologized afterwards. It was funny.
I don't know what's going on but it's not blurry.
Same...
Three cheers for optical zooms...
Looks like Gabe's doing the chicken... <.<
Doctor Who-ish Gabe. I melted.
Of course, as I'm trying to upload my vids to Youtube, it goes under maintenance. Of fucking course.
I now know that I'm 3 hours after Paficic Time. Please excuse this almost two hours long intermission.
Wow, it's really long and I'm really tired. I can't wait to be done with this. I hope my parents won't send me to bed before it's done.
Only one to go...
Still one to go...
4 hours...
OMG IT'S OVER.
Okay, so, the vids. 5 hours later.
Guilty Pleasure
It's Amateur Night at the Appolo Creed
Pleasure Ryland
Prostitution is the World's Oldest Profession (And I, Dear Madam, Am a Professional)
Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)
The Church of Hot Addiction
I'M DONE. FINA-FUCKING-LY.
I'm off to bed!
The day of the gig was a freaking cold one. Again. Hip hip hurray for late November in Montreal. My sister and I got to the venue around 8pm, the doors were opening at 7pm if I'm not mistaken.
Kill the Lights had already played, and we arrived halfway through Sing It Loud's set. After buying a kickass shirt.
My sister and I headed for the floor. We stayed until the end of the set (I can't remember a thing, they didn't strike me or anything. No, wait. The singer looked like Chester Somethington from Linkin Park.
The crowd. Oh my god. I never felt so out of place of my whole existence. I fitted more in the crowd full of drunken Irish/I-want-to-look-Irish dudes at Flogging Molly's gig. Or the old people at Van Halen's gig. Or the drunken metal dudes at System of a Down's gig. You get my point.
Chavs. Everywhere. American Eagle fest. NYC caps gathering. I felt like I was back in high school. I was expecting to get bullied every seconds.
I'm not being a drama queen, alright? They danced to Crank That by Soulja Boy. They cheered when Let It Rock by Lil Wayne and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer (I don't know, okay?) came on. The venue turned into a club when Please Don't Stop the Music came on. I wanted to throw myself off the balcony.
The balcony, where I ended up after wanting to kill myself on the floor.
Forever the Sickest Kids.
The keyboardist looked like Merry. In the Lord of the Rings. Not Dominic Monaghan, or even his character in Lost. Merry. The Hobbit. Yeah.
Fans gave them a stuffed pinguin with a shirt saying "Montreal <3 FTSK". Aww.
The singer did FUCKING TEKTONIK. You know, the kind of dance when you act like your arms are snakes, which makes you look like a complete and utter retard? Yeah, he did that. I banged my head against the table. Thrice.
The mic stand had big bling on it. That's all I can remember. I was too busy whining and asking myself why the fuck I was there.
Then, Cobra came on.
Gabe. That's all I have to say. Gabe.
Okay, no. That sounds too fangirl. Let's elaborate.
I don't remember all the songs they played. I know for sure they did these ones:
-The Church of Hot Addiction
-The City is at War
-My Moves are Hot (White Hot That Is)
-Ryland Pleasure
-Snakes on a Plane (I was not expecting William to appear, no...)
-Prostitution is the World's Oldest Profession (And I, Madam, Am a Professional)
-It's Amateur's Night at the Appolo Creed
-Guilty Pleasures
-Damn You Look Good and I'm Drunk
-Kiss My Sass
-Send My Love To The Dancefloor, I'll See You In Hell
Yeah. That's all I can remember.
Now, the pics.
Small venue ftw.
Forever the Sickest Kid. You can see the Hobbit on the left.
Hobbit (failed) close up.
One thing made me laugh really loudly. Gabe and Ryland are so tall that their mics are up high, alright? When one tech guy came to test it, and test the guitars, he had the mic in the middle of the forehead. It was well funny.
Lights!
Put your hands up, in the air!
Wrong song, wrong band, I know <.<
Gabe speaks French. A little. He took French lessons in high school.
It went kind of like this.
"I know a little bit of French, I had classes in high school. Comment ça va? Ça va bien! Où est la bibliothèque? Je ne sais pas? As you can see, I'm not that good, so if you don't mind, I'll speak in English. But you won't mind because you are smart people and you're all bilingual. I am too, but with Spanish."
Then later Ryland said some things too "Merci beacoup! *something something god I can't remember* mais je m'en fils!" Fail, Ryland, fail. It's fiche, not fils. You said son, darling.
That's one of the cool thing he did with Victoria. One of the less cool thing was creeping his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He apologized afterwards. It was funny.
I don't know what's going on but it's not blurry.
Same...
Three cheers for optical zooms...
Looks like Gabe's doing the chicken... <.<
Doctor Who-ish Gabe. I melted.
Of course, as I'm trying to upload my vids to Youtube, it goes under maintenance. Of fucking course.
I now know that I'm 3 hours after Paficic Time. Please excuse this almost two hours long intermission.
Wow, it's really long and I'm really tired. I can't wait to be done with this. I hope my parents won't send me to bed before it's done.
Only one to go...
Still one to go...
4 hours...
OMG IT'S OVER.
Okay, so, the vids. 5 hours later.
Guilty Pleasure
It's Amateur Night at the Appolo Creed
Pleasure Ryland
Prostitution is the World's Oldest Profession (And I, Dear Madam, Am a Professional)
Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)
The Church of Hot Addiction
I'M DONE. FINA-FUCKING-LY.
I'm off to bed!
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Date: 2008-12-11 05:03 pm (UTC)Haven't in such a long time.