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luci-z-wont-shut-up · 9 months ago

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Episode 2

Bro snow in the desert is not actually that wierd

Bro. Bro u srsly need to rethink ur tourism program like what the fuck. FREE RADON FOR EVERYONE

I'm sorry but as soon as he said "it changes colors" I immediately envisioned a fuckin. Caramelldansen cloud XD

OH SO IT KILLS PPL. O K A Y .

Bro if literally Existing in Nightvale is so dangerous, how does the population stay afloat. At all.

Sounds like just a normal day in the post office tbh. Also Racist Magic Guy is starting to grow on me. His oblivious stupidity and self-sure incompetence have captivated me.

Honestly a floating cat in the men's bathroom sounds like the least abnormal thing so far. Cats are just Like That™️.

"This message was brought to you by Coca-Cola" yeah that tracks X'D

"Because all of us are normal" bombastic side eye. Criminal offensive side eye

Ah so the secret Boy Scout cult has finally achieved immorality. Good to know. Just another Tuesday ig. Also d a r k s c o u t XD

WAIT "Sign-up is automatic and random" um wat. Hi what. Does. Does this perchance have anything to do with the Ominous Helicopters

This man has *clearly* never been a father. Or had siblings. Or cousins. Ever. Maybe *don't* bring children near the Caramelldansen Cloud of Carrion?

...oh so they just have straight up dragons. Ok. Dragons who commit insurance fraud? *throws hands up* why not

"McDaniels was pulled over for speeding last night" UM SIR how big was that car?!? Actually ykw nvm it prolly just had a pocket dimension or amthn this is fuckin Nightvale why am I trying to use logic

Okay #1. Secret Dragon Society that's actually Not That Secret is kinda cool, #2. WTF DO YOU MEAN STOP SIGN IMMUNITY. like don't get me wrong I *understand the temptation* but also why would you allow dom3thing so profoundly stupid and unsafe as a r e w a r d for

... for being an Alert Citizen. Ok. Ok I guess I can kinda see where they're coming from. Maybe. [Didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired so sorry if my commentary's getting lackluster]

Also stamp system for being compliant with the secret police. Yeah that's not sus at allllll

Bro I wish I could schedule my workplace to be Unknowable some days. Dot Day sounds... ominous, for a number of reasons but more so their implications than anything actually ominous, yk?

[I need sleep]

Bro I would NOT pay $5 for a music lesson like that, let alone $50

"Bake sale proceeds go to blood space war" okay invader zim

"Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error" XD honestly w my terrible sense of time that just sounds like a normal thing to me

Tfw a your perfectly good ice cream outing is inturupted by a dead lion dropping from the sky

[Continuing this like 3 weeks l8r so sorry for the Commentary Continuity Disruption Leik Woah]

Uhhhhhhhhhh so in the weeks I've been gone I threw myself back asswards into TMA content [so yes v much Spoilers First Bc I Had No Patience] and? I am. Very much getting a Smirke's Fourteen vibe from the Carrion Cloud. Also is Mr radio man. Like. Okayyy??!?!?

AND NOW THE WEATHER

🎶Waitin for the bus in the rain in the rain in the waitin for the bus in the raiiiin 😎 🎶

Damn this is actually a legit bop I would make this new ringtone no question

(Don't get me wrong I fully expect this to have Lore implications later on but for now I'm just Vibin)

NOT SURE WHAT HAPOENED MY ASS

oh. Oh, Tapes, you say??? Well. *strokes imaginary beard*

What. The fuck? Genuine Life Advice? In my horror/weirdcore podcast? It's More Likely Than You'd Think. What. qhat even is this.

Ok so vanilla smell is Important.

This List is probably important but my brain refuses to hold onto any item in detail for longer than 3 seconds. Also "clear plastic binder sheets" made me laugh SO hard for some reason

Genuine question to anyone reading this, how much should I be paying attention? Like is this a Pepe Sylvia red-stringing sort of podcast where every detail is crucial later on, or is it more sort of a go-with-the-flow, Embrace the Absurdity sort of thing?

Why was that "Goodnight, listeners" so threatening?!?!?

*deep, deep inhale* ohhhkay

Next FUCKING EPISUDE I GUESS

#welcome to nightvale #welcome to night vale #is it one word or two?#wtnv #wtnv spoilers #LucizbulliesCecil #lucifanbabbles #zizistuff

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piercedasnail · 2 years ago

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#roadtopartnership #music #justchatting #twitch #twitchgaming #gaming #twitchaffiliate

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thearmada4231 · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Questions

I was tagged by the darling @spell-of-the-rain 💜 Enjoy some things about me and answer them yourself, even if I didn’t end up tagging you if ya want.

1. Are you staying at home from school/work?

Kinda. I’m a nanny for a woman who has two kids and still need to work. I go to her house to babysit Friday-Tuesday. However, her son got a weird rash so she’s been staying home from work, so I’ve been off for a few days now. Hopefully I’ll be back to work when he gets better.

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

I live with a roommate, who lost her job because of all the mess so she’s stuck at home.

3. Are you a homebody?

Yeah I guess so. I’m an introvert, so my alone time is valuable for recharge. However, I also am very social and if I spend too much time cooped up I get restless. I combat the restlessness with walks. I hate feeling lazy, even when there isn’t much else I can be doing. I’m don’t like feeling like I’m wasting my time, which is when being a homebody starts to get stale.

4. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

A few little things. This summers Bible Camp in Unalakleet, Alaska got cancelled and I was really looking forward to being a counselor there this year. The graduation for my students in late April was cancelled too. Hopefully, this won’t go too far into summer so I don’t have to cancel my summer plans.

5. What movies have you watched recently?

Before it closed form the virus, I worked at my local theater so I saw all the new films. Most recently, Birds of Prey, Frozen 2, Invisible Man, and Onward in theaters. But being stuck at home I watched Oliver And Company the other night. And Abominable. Oh and with the kids I babysit we watched Big Hero 6.

6. What shows are you watching?

I’m rewatching The Vampire Diaries, but now that I’m on S4, I’m needing a break with some comedy, so I’m rewatching The Office as well. My roommate and I were watching Avatar: The Last Airbender but then I started working so we stopped. Next I’ll watch Community I think.

7. What music are you listening to?

Same old stuff I usually listen to. Always vibin with Stray Kids. But I’ve been really wanting to get into some new stuff. And honestly I’m not doing music as much these days. I’ve been super into McElroy Fam content and Podcasts!

8. What are you reading?

I’ve been picking up the books on my shelf that I’ve had for years that I haven’t read yet. Started with rereading an old fave, “Song of the Sparrow”. Then I finally picked up and finished “My Heart and Other Black Holes” which was really good and I recommend if you’re into YA novels. I’m working up the energy to read “Love Me Back” by Merritt Teirce.

9. What are you doing for self-care?

BATHS! I’ve just started taking baths and my goodness it’s been a blessing. I’m taking walks, because the beaches are starting to thaw out finally, and beach walks are my best form of self-care. I try to stay as active as I can so I don’t feel fatigued! I started painting again as well, and finishing some writing projects I’ve been putting off (I’m actually doing this instead of one of those oops).

Tagging: @summer-seoulstice @articianne @linzerj @zuzuthejerkbender @asukaaikari @mustardmusketeer @spiritedxmakorrian @timeship

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decadentdollhouse · 4 years ago

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This has been one wild night, but at least I got myself cleaned and I’m kinda vibin’ now.

Hopefully won’t have any trouble with errands tomorrow. 🤞

Oh! And I got a letter from vocational rehabilitation, I have an appointment to start building my employment plan on Tuesday, including getting me some glasses and maybe some more psych checks? Because I really don’t know enough about my own mental health, in an official, clinical capacity, to accurately communicate my needs in that department.

I’m nervous, but excited! This is a big step towards getting me “on track” and becoming more in control of my life.

#nika speaks #Nika speak #nika face

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mrballwood · 7 years ago

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A clip of my performance at last nights @timelesstuesdaysatl - every Tuesday night at @musicroom327. I appreciate event curator @brandonathomas for having me, and the crowd vibin with me - even through the nerves! Thank you. 🙌🏽🎶🎤🎸🥁 . . . @theweeknd #TheWeeknd #EarnedIt #BeautyBehindTheMadness #TimelessTuesdaysATL #TheMusicRoom #Singing #Sing #Song #Music #R&B #MusicCover #SongCover #Cover #Live #Stage #Mic #OpenMic #Performance #Voice #Vocals #LiveBand #Band #BucketList #LiveMore #LocalArtist #Atlanta #ATL #ThankYou #MrCallwood (at The Music Room)

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bryanjoonmusic · 8 years ago

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Tuesday Vibin at Rhythm of the Night hosted by Quez, Asia Juedy presented by Sha Collins #gig #sobs #rhythmofthenight #music #singing #livemusic #live #paulkim #davidso #jeremypassion (at SOB's (Sounds of Brazil))

#live #paulkim #sobs #jeremypassion #livemusic #davidso #music #gig #rhythmofthenight #singing

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allinlowercase · 5 years ago

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If I Could Tell Him - Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Yesterday

Length: About 2.4K

Summery: Alaska wrestles with the state of things; Jackie has a plan.

A/N: Alaska is pretty unkind to herself in this one, so if that's something that might be triggering to you, please proceed with caution. Thank you.

February 5, 1963 (Tuesday)

I trudged home in the early afternoon, having half a mind to simply take my shoes off and walk in my stockings. I'd just had a job interview and while the heels were dressier than the brown penny loafers I planned to wear on the daily, they hurt like hell. I was simply lucky that the small accounting office where I'd applied for a secretary position wasn't clear on the other side of town. It was about a twenty-five-minute walk, which was cheaper than cab fare, so I'd take it. Seeing the McCartney household in the near distance, I quickened my pace.

As soon as I'd closed the door and slipped off my heels, Paul poked his head around the door. His face lit up and he scurried over. "What're you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Uhh, I was going to go see how Jackie's holding up. I haven't visited in a couple of days, I feel kind of bad about it," I offered quietly. Paul looked a little disappointed but soldiered on.

"Right, well, are you doing anything tomorrow?" he offered, leaning against the wall. I thought for a minute and decided, of course, I didn't have anything to do tomorrow. I have no other friends here.

"No, not really, do you have something planned?" I asked, getting kind of excited. Paul was a little extravagant in his outings, so this was sure to be fun. He did a little drumroll on the wall.

"How about you come to London with us for the day? The boys and I have a little show planned for the night, but we should have most of the day free," he offered. I looked at the clock; it was three in the afternoon.

"Were you going to ask me to go tonight? Because it's three p.m. and London's, what? two hours away?" I asked, bemused. He shook his head.

"Actually, it's four hours away. And no, I have another matter for tonight; follow me." He walked back into the living room and beckoned me to follow. I half-shrugged and went along - visiting hours don't close until seven. John sat in the armchair across from the couch, an acoustic looped around him. I raised my eyebrow. John and I were not friends, but I think he was warming up to me and to tell the truth, I was getting used to not taking his carefully aimed snark as personally.

"So, we're not asking you to help us write, we can do that ourselves. We're just wanting to know how the song makes you feel," John started, gesturing for emphasis. "Apparently, as according to Brian, you're our target audience." Paul mosied on over to the standing piano next to the doorframe and carefully lowered himself onto the bench. John motioned for me to take a seat on the couch, and in response, I plopped down hard. Paul shot me a little glare, and I felt cowed - like I'd inadvertently disrespected his furniture.

John glanced over to check Paul's progress and he nodded in response. "A one, two, three, four."

I had never been a huge fan of the Beatles. I the standards - "Let It Be", "Here Comes the Sun", "Twist and Shout." I actually knew next to nothing of their early career, remembering only the barest of their music as hazy, golden-sunlit memories of my grandmother's house on Sunday afternoons. But there was something otherworldly about the knowledge that I was watching them fine-tune in real-time. Like the disconnect of being in a Target parking lot at 2:00 a.m. and the wonder of winning the lottery for the first time. My chest felt tight, empty; and yet I couldn't seem to breathe. It was ethereal.

"You should hear what they say about you," John sang, his foot keeping time on the hardwood. "Cheat, cheat. They say, 'you've never ever been true.'" Paul bobbed his head in tune with the rhythm.

Jackie would probably kill for this, I thought, the words hit me like a truck. Here I am, sitting in a Beatles living room, with a fucking live performance and she was stuck in a hospital bed. I hadn't even seen her since Sunday. Yes, Paul had said he'd stopped by yesterday after recording, but really we were the only two visitors she had. And I couldn't even be consistent. Suddenly, I felt like the world's worst friend, and my mind started to spiral down a treacherous vortex of shame. Shame for enjoying myself.

I hadn't noticed when the boys had stopped, but suddenly noise broke through.

" . . . aska? Alaska?" Paul had raised his voice a little above what was normal. I looked at him, and whatever he caught in my expression caused his eyebrows to knit together. "Are you okay, 'Laska?" I frowned, although that was more to myself than for him.

"I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I just think I need to get to Jackie, I want to have as much time as possible," I mumbled, rising from the couch. John squinted at me like he was trying to make something out; he didn't offer a quip.

I turned around and went to grab my tennis shoes from the small guest room the McCartney's had been gracious enough to provide me. As I sat down to tie them, another thing started to get at me. I was staying here rent free, taking up their space, eating their food, breathing their air. It felt wrong; although I'd already been determined to get a job (to hopefully be able to afford my own living space), it felt more compacted now. Like I was a leech, and everyone was aware of it except for me.

Paul cleared his throat in the doorway. I looked up from where my fingers had stilled around my laces. He looked a little uncomfortable, and guilt over that was added to what I was already feeling.

"I liked it! I'm sure it'll be a hit," I offered, plastering a smile on my face. I wasn't lying, I was pretty sure anything they touched would do well. Paul's frown turned melancholy.

"You're not 'fine', and we both know it. What's going on, you seemed happy when you got home," he asked firmly, but not unkindly. I sighed.

"I don't want to be a burden-" I started but he cut me off.

"You're really not. I hit you with my car, Alaska. You are not a burden on this household, and your problems aren't a burden to me," he told me, and the set of his face communicated that he really wasn't going to argue on it. What I'd said had been more of an excuse to not explain what I was thinking, but really it was part of what I was feeling. I scratched the back of my head, anxious.

"I'm . . . a shit friend. I'm out here walking and shit and Jackie's stuck in a hospital. It's not fair, it should have been me," I threw the words out quickly so that maybe they wouldn't hurt as much, but they did. It was one thing to keep them swirling around my conscious but another thing entirely to have them out, in existence. Paul sighed heavily and moved closer to me. He sat down gingerly on the bed next to me, and I scooted over to give him more room.

"C'mon you can't do that to yourself."

"But I am and I don't know how to stop it!" At some point, they'd stopped becoming words and instead came out as sobs. Embarrassment edged in, but it only made it worse. An arm came down around my shoulders and Paul pulled me into his side. I froze for a second.

I was surprised - I wasn't expecting physical comfort. But it was here, and it was warm. I buried my face in my hands and a keening sound ripped out of my throat, followed by ugly, ugly sobs. I'd never been a pretty crier. His thumb started rubbing slowly back and forth against my bicep, his palm cupped around my shoulder.

"Sh sh sh sh sh," he started softly. Like he's trying to calm an upset dog, I sneered at myself. "It's okay, it's okay." For a while the only sounds in the room were me, and soft guitar playing drifting from downstairs.

***

I splashed more cold water in my face, trying to get the swelling to go down. In the mirror, the whites of my eyes were still red. Dejected, I felt myself start to deflate. I'd lost some weight since this craziness started. With the option of fast food and over-processing removed from me completely, I suppose my metabolism was finally able to keep up with my intake. I still wasn't a model, but I felt certain bitter happiness and the results.

Paul knocked at the bathroom door. "Are you decent? Do you need me to come in?" He asked tentatively. I don't know why he'd stayed up here, but I was thankful.

"Ah, no, I'm coming out." I took one last look and decided that the swelling around my eyes and lips would hopefully go down as I walked. I opened the door and Paul was leaning against the wall. He smiled at me, small and hesitant. I did my best to smile back; hopefully, he could tell just how grateful I was for everything.

His footsteps fell behind mine as we made our way downstairs. John was in the living room still, vibin'. A pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. I stopped for a moment.

"You wear glasses?" I asked, respectively, in a normal tone of voice.

"Yeah?" he answered. I glared at him.

"Don't sass me Lennon. You've literally never worn them around me before, was I just supposed to assume?"

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true-"

"Right then!" Paul interrupted. He reached into his pocket for his wallet and fished out a note. "Please call me when you're ready to leave, I'll walk you home." I eyed the money.

"You don't have to do that," I started.

"And here I am, doing it. I don't want you coming home yourself late at night, it isn't safe. I don't know if they would charge to use the phone at the hospital, but this is just in case. Please," he finished like I was doing him the favor. I sucked up my pride and accepted the note.

I turned to face John. "It was a good song," I said, as sincerely as I could. He looked a little surprised but smiled at me.

"Thank you."

And with that, I was off.

***

Jackie was being attended to when I arrived, so I sat outside waiting for a few minutes. When I had the clear to enter, Jackie smiled at me. A copy of The Lord of the Rings sat on the side of her bed. I smiled back and sat down in the chair next to her.

For a while, we made small talk, and I told her about joining the boys tomorrow in the city. She let me know about what the doctors were saying, how she was due to be released in a week. She seemed very excited, but I could tell there was something she wanted to get onto. The conversation got slow, and I suppose she saw that as the perfect moment. She nodded towards the door.

"Do you think you could close that?" she asked. When I had, she leaned closer, conspiratorily. "Do you ever suppose that there's a reason we're here?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I mean, subconsciously? I always explained it away like this is a fever dream, or magic or some shit." I didn't add the deep, clawing fear that this entire reality was just my brain trying to process the last fleeting moments of my life before death. That seemed a little uncouth.

"Right, right - but I mean in terms of something more. What if we're here to, I don't know, help?" she seemed giddy.

"Help with what?"

"There's so much, depending on how long we're here! We could stop John from leaving Cyn, and have you said anything to George about his smoking?"

I was perplexed. "Not really, I didn't really feel it was my place? And who's Sin?"

"Cynthia, John's wife -"

"John has a wife?" I squealed. Now she looked annoyed.

"Uh, yeah. You didn't know he had a wife? I thought you guys were getting to be friends."

"I, yeah, with Paul, because I live with him. I've only met George once, and John doesn't seem the type to talk my ear off with personal matters."

"Jesus Christ, it's his wife, not the tragic tale of his first childhood pet; it's a bit more pertinent," she scoffed. I was starting to feel defensive.

"How am I supposed to be a meddler in any of this?" I asked, tentatively.

"We, Alaska. And it's not meddling. Eventually, we'll all be great friends, and after that, it's only a matter of doing what friends do and looking out for each other." She seemed quite proud, but I thought she was oversimplifying.

"Jackie, this is some Butterfly Effect shit you're talking about. You don't know if any of this even can be changed, or the consequences. What is we start WWIII, or prohibit our own births -"

"That's the Grandfather Paradox, and it's impossible."

"So's time travel, but here we are? What I mean, is we can't just be floundering through time, messing with what we don't understand." I asked pointedly. Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Well, the important thing is I'm confident it can be done. And I have a game plan, you can just follow my lead," she explained, like it was all so easy.

***

As I waited by the door of the hospital for Paul to arrive, I was lost in the mental gymnastics of trying to comprehend all of this. She wanted to keep Yoko Ono away from John, keep George from dying of cancer (which, yeesh, I wish I'd known that sooner so I could say something), help make Ringo feel appreciated in the band, help them end on better terms, keep Brian Jones from drowning - whoever the fuck that is - etc., etc. It was a thousand different tasks and I was certain that most of them were above our paygrade, but I could never argue with Jackie when she got this passionate about anything.

I looked up from the sidewalk and saw Paul's silhouette coming closer. He smiled and waved at me; steeling myself for what might be ahead, I waved back.

A/N (again, last one, I promise): Fun Fact! John and Paul are supposedly working on “Fool On the Hill” in the above photo, which was almost what I titled this chapter. Yes, behold, the unveiling of a plot. I don’t know if this is considered “slow” build up for a fanfic, but as always if you, yes you the reader, have any input, my ask box is open and I love feedback. Thank You for reading!

#classic rock #paul mccartney #john lennon #the beatles #fanfic #fanfiction #time travel

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mr74sp6gd · 6 years ago

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#weedvision #stonercouple vibez @_fatandfunny host of #loltuesdays vibin to that @major_nine #karaoke / #comedy #1 Tuesday night Turnup followed by #tastefultuesdays powered by @whitechocolate935 & @bugatti_blaqq $ 5 top shelf drinks all night #miaminights #miamiatnight sessions w / my #ganjagoddess #wcw #wce @jackie_jack340 #musically motivated #sessions #hotbxbandits #kotd #jordan1s #laser1s under @dwyanewade #marquette #college jerseys #lastdance flow https://www.instagram.com/p/BthhdAzFBgb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qxr1zpxn1jbk

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jnotemusic · 6 years ago

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@melbasharlem be poppin’ on Tuesday nights and I dig the whole vibe and the hot band playing the dope sounds that make you just want to vibe to the beat. Nothing like a place with live music. Means a lot to me to have platforms such as these around. #coversong #justfriends #musicsoulchild #trustedmictuesdays #melbasharlem #vocals #vibin #neosoul #soul #randb #musicdaily #harlem #nyc #brooklyninthehouse #naturalista #love #livebands #energy #singersongwriter #indieartist #stephaniejeannot https://www.instagram.com/p/BpBiC8oBY9g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1l8tjwymhaxno

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thechkncoop · 8 years ago

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When Your Boyfriend Takes You To A Band You’ve Never Heard Of Before- Part 1

It’s not going to surprise you that I am in no way hip or edgy among the music world. I get off to Taylor Swift and old One Direction like a 14 year old in a 26 year old body. Parents waiting in lines at these concerts with their children often mistake me for an overpaid nanny.

BF: Wanna go to a concert?

Me: Sure

Now, it occurs to me now that I didn’t ask what kind of music or who we were going to see. It could have been gophers humping each other to the easy strumming of a old man playing a harp, and I would have been there like, “no yep, this is what I expected” because those were Chris’ kind of music tastes.

The band was called Sleigh Bells, and it took me 20 minutes to get the line, “ITS A LOVELY WEATHER FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOU” out of my head and replace it with what the band, Sleigh Bells call, Noise-Pop.

To the untrained ear, Noise-Pop seems like a double negative. Or positive?

One thing about this 18+ concert thats different from an all ages concert is that people are more chill when it comes to crowds. It might be the fan base or the sheer simplicity that we were all pretending to be adults at a Tuesday night concert at the Metro, but still.

By the time we got there the opening act was already midway though his set. Tunde Olaniran was his name. And love and flowy garments were his thing. He had two backup dancers that I aspire to be this Halloween. Each moved with a ballet like grace one song, and then busted out a Beyonce act 30 seconds later. Not saying Beyonce doesn’t have ballet moves, but I’m still looking for a ballet rendition of Formation.

Tunde’s music was the kind of stuff that if you were to drive up to a house with an old man in a floral shirt and boat shoes on, you’d hear the crackling of Tunde’s music playing from the old man’s iPhone in his pocket. That’s all I could think of.

About four songs later, Tunde was off. Then the classic, ‘why-did-you-flash-a-light-in-my-eyes-you-ruined-the-mood’ gesture between sets.

Looking around, the crowd was what I can classify as if hipsters got mad and then robbed a 50′s punk wardrobe. Throw a few youths that might have thought this was a Simple Plan reunion and you’ve got the exact feel of what I was vibin’ at the time.

It was a slightly packed floor, not enough to push or feel borderline perverted. And if you’re a slightly obnoxious people watcher like I, I immediately zoned into the double-datey-Forever 21-I’m-hardcore group to the left of me. Two girls with two boys standing right behind them. The girls looked either to be a young 28 or an old 17. Both also looked bored AF. The males stood close enough where you’d be able to feel their happiness or vegetable garden packed in their suede track pants. One had a smirk on their face, possibly the one friend who actually enjoyed the band and convinced the rest of his posse to come to a Thursday night show. The other one just looked slightly amused to be out past 9pm on a weeknight.

Lets not forget me, who was conflicted and so dressed in the ‘I don’t care what people think I look like’ jeans and a hoodie because it was cold outside and I’m not going to be lame and hold my jacket on my arm like a doting husband whose wife spends too much time in the bathroom. Also I had a boyfriend so my ego was definitely in check.

Suddenly the lights are cut and what seemed like a small Uhaul of dry ice was emptied onto the stage.

Part 2 soon :)

4/12/17

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