- 1:14 am - Thu, Nov 17, 2011
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When: November 8, 2011
Where: Freebird Live - Jacksonville, Florida
Who: All Time Low!! - Twitter * Facebook * Official Website
Let me just say, that I had flown, from Hawai’i (where I reside) in order to see these boys play. My blood was pumping, caffeine flowing through my veins. We had been sitting in line outside the venue for a whopping ten hours in order to earn our place near the front.
The first two bands played through their sets rather quickly. It didn’t seem to last as long as other shows. The crowd was ridiculous. I enjoyed that they were energetic, but mix energy and 14 year olds, and it’s a disaster. They were “moshing” and jumping, even in between sets. I’d never seen so many people pass out and have to get pulled out of the crowd by security than I did at that show. But it was worth it.
Finally, the moment a majority of us had been waiting on had arrived. Vinny “Vegas” jumped onstage in his little German beerfest outfit twiddling his thumbs on his flute. We didn’t know what he was doing, but we knew it was the intro for a great thing. Next thing we knew, our boys were piling onstage, one by one. Rian first, followed by Zack and Jack, with Alex bringing up the rear.
Alex’s voice poured into the microphone, filling our bodies with an energy like no other. Whatever exhaustion we previously held from fighting for our spots in the crowd, or waiting in line were forgotten. His eyes peered into ours, egging us on. The lyrics leaked from our vocal chords as if we were the ones who had written the songs. Bra’s were flying all around us, along with other miscellaneous gifts from the fans. The boys grinned as each one landed on stage. This never got old from them, you could see it in their eyes.
They weren’t as energetic as I had seen them be in previous shows…probably still exhausted from their previous night in New Orleans. Understandable. Forgivable. The crowd didn’t seem to mind one bit. What the boys lacked in energy, the fans made up for it.
Jack and Alex threw their dirty jokes back and forth with each other. They seemed surprised that such an all ages crowd was equally perverted as them.
As it neared the end of the show, Alex came onstage by himself with his guitar.
"I’m going to give you guys a choice tonight. I want you guys to pick which song you want to sing along with. Therapy, or Remembering Sunday."
Of course, the crowd stretched their voices to be heard for Remembering Sunday. It’s not my personal favorite of the two, but it made me happy to see that the fans enjoyed their older music.
As the show came to an end, it’s like the life had been sucked out of everyone surrounding me. All of a sudden, it’s like we were all friends. “Oh, you shoved me into the ground? No problem!” “Hey, you elbowed me in the head! Let’s be friends!” All Time Low has a way of bringing their fans together unlike any other band I have the privilege of calling myself a fan of.
With a fresh sense of enthusiasm coursing through us, we exited allowing the cold air to soothe our sweat ridden bodies. The end. Everybody’s least favorite part of a concert.
(ratings out of 4)
After the show, Jack was signing autographs when a homeless guy walked up asking for money….and a hug. Jack gave the guy $20! In return the homeless guy laid a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. BLECH. Jack wasn’t too amused.