This is as close as I was gonna get.
Thrice
House of Blues Anaheim.
So, I learned some shit about Thrice that I was unaware of prior to their farewell tour.
– Thrice has the highest concentration of band shirts at the band’s show of any other artist. At first I thought of the bit in PCU: “You’re wearing the shirt of the band you’re going to see? Don’t be that guy.” But then I realized what was actually going on, it was a contest. Not an official one by any means, but a contest none the less. People were wearing their oldest Thrice shirts to show how long they have been fans. I would love this contest. I jumped on the Thrice bandwagon at the Alchemy Index. I loved the idea of blatantly crafting songs to give sense of fire, air, water and earth and was blown away by the success of it.
– Thrice fans don’t give a fuck who you are. I tried to do my douchy show-off-my-photo-pass thing to try to get to the photo pit 20 minutes before Thrice and some 6’2 dude with neck tatts and an Identity Crisis shirt just shook his head as if to say “Thou shall not pass.”
– House Of Blues still has ridiculously overpriced beers and I’m glad I bring my flask for some pre-gaming.
– Thrice has far more an incendiary live show than I could have guessed. The crowd was absolutely captivated… well, the ones that weren’t were thrashing about as if the demons were REAL close to getting out of them.
– I like Thrice more than I thought. There were some songs that I had never heard before (as I admitted, I am not a long-time Thrice fan), but that I am definitely going to have to get my hands on.
– I picked the worst time to REALLY get into Thrice; right when they fucking break up. Whatta dumbass.