All right. So. By the time I managed to get to the day of the My Chem show in Barcelona, I was fairly Barcelona'd out. Seriously - I did the Gaudis, went up to the castle at Parc Montijuc, went to the Picasso museum, went across the street to the Disseny Hub where they were doing projects in 3D printing that were just fucking insane, strolled La Rambla, went out on one of the piers, road the metro, went to the contemporary art museum and generally was very busy. So Saturday, I just went to the venue to wait. I got there around 3 and made friends with the lovely people sitting around me. It was a really cool spot - its just across the parking lot from the Olympic stadium (hence the pictures of the boys there - MORE FOOL I FOR NOT GOING OVER THERE /o\ Whatever, it was cool).
Inside the venue there were like, no seats. Not true, there were about six rows along ONE WALL. Of those seats, there were maybe twenty people actually using them. Everything else was standing room/pit. I will admit I kept checking over my shoulder every now and then at the seats. YOU NEVER KNOW. A WAY WIFE COULDVE BEEN UP THERE! :D
Lost Alone has gotten better. Still not one of my favorites, never will be, but when they cut out the talking, they were much more entertaining. LEARN IT LITTLE MAN. NO ONE CARES ABOUT RIFFOLOGY. I will say this - THE BLACKOUT WERE MISSED. Seriously, I noticed their absence and it was palpable. :( COME BACK YOU MOTTS WELSH FUCKS!
The Spanish crowds were kind of lovely. Compared to the other gigs, they were freaking docile. I may have mentioned that my camera met an unfortunate accident at the Planetary(GO!) so all I had was my video camera. So there's no pictures. HOWEVER! Because the crowd was so calm, I managed to get the whole concert. It's not always perfect but for those of you who didnt get to go [ I MISSED YOU! <3] maybe it'll help put you there? The boys were precious as always and some of these must be seen to be really enjoyed. ( As always they opened with Na Na Na. No drop cloth reveal this time. They simply walked out their fabulous selves and Dr Death talked us in. )
After the show, I hung around the venue. I was there by myself and it was dark and I didnt really want to walk alone through the freaking GINORMOUS PARK alone. Also, I was hoping for tour karma to pay off. xclusiveantonym
did a handwave thing to transfer her magic and it worked a little fairly early into the evening. I spotted Alan, the bassist for Lost Alone and went over in time to hear a little Spanish girl haltingly asking him if his jet black hair was natural to which he said no, its brown but he dyes it. To which I said "Unlike me. My hair's naturally this color" which made him laugh and confused the Spanish girl - language barriers *sigh*. And after that I just sort of stuck around the Lost Alone guys, to be honest. I told Alan, "I just miss English, mind if I hang out here?" Which he thought was funny and agreed with and I told him that I thought they were getting better every time I saw them (which is true - they consistently suck less and every time I see them) and told him the gigs I'd be at. He seemed a bit stunned and went "Ugh, yeah. God, we were total shit at Wembley." Which was nice to here because um, yeah you were. And because I have no self control I said "Yeah, I didn't want to be rude but you kind of were. You're a lot better now. I enjoyed it tonight." All true facts. Alan said that they hadnt done a gig in over a year and a half at which point I gave them a pass because to go from zero to Wembley is a lot and I give them all points for not vomiting with nerves on stage. I had a bit of a chat with the drummer too - mostly about music (the Ramones and Britney Spears if you must know). Then I went outside the fence to went because la securidad was getting tetchy.
The parking lot was down at the bottom of a hill and the fence was up at the top. I'd say it was about...3 stories from the bottom of the parking not. The wait up there was like, an hour and a half? Not bad aside from how goddamn cold it was. IT WAS COLD YOU GUYS. OH MY ACTUAL GOD. ITS SPAIN! IT ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE COLD! LIES ALL OF IT! But eventually, we spotted a guy in a hoodie climbing the hill with a big security guard at his back and oh! HI FRANK! ♥ IT was so damn cold but he started signing things for people through the fence while the security guard did that annoyed "right you've had your turn, seriously lets move this along" bit. And because I am a crazy person who suddenly realized that she didnt have anything for him to sign, I took off my shirt. I HAD A BRA ON UNDERNEATH AND I ZIPPED UP MY HOODIE! DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! But I managed to get into the line and get Frank to sign the shirt. I love it. Dont judge me.( It came out really cool and I managed to get a couple of pictures of Frank with my camera. I dont have a flash but hey! It's something! )
I followed along with the crowd as they went so I could soak up the frank and then moved back to the clear space to Frank-watch from. While was standing there, I overheard a girl talking about how she was really upset that she couldn't get through, in accented English. And so, being the nosy and obnoxious American that I am I asked her why she didnt just go get in-line. If she didnt try she wouldnt get it. She said that all she wanted was for Frank to draw something on the piece of paper she had for her to get tattooed, that this was her 4th show and the only one he'd come out for and now she wasn't going to get it. The security guard declared that the signing was done and Frank was already starting to walk down the hill :(
So, I said "Here give it to me." She did and took it to the fence and yelled "Hey Frank! This girl wants you to draw her a tattoo real quick! She couldn't get close to you!" And because he's Frank fucking Iero, he stopped half way down the hill, turned around, climbed back up the hill and took the paper from me. Then he stood and sketched this adorable little sadfaced ghost. ( As seen here - I'm the only English speaker with an American accent )
What came out was a flipping the bird and handed it to the girl who was like, trembling with excitement. YAY PEOPLE GETTING WHAT THEY WANT FROM THEIR HEROES! It is a good thing :D
So in closing, The Ghost with Attitude by Mr. Frank Iero.