I CARE A LOT: MY WEEKEND WITH FAITH NO MORE
Excellent write-up!
It still feels weird to say it, but… I SAW FAITH NO MORE. Not even just that…I SAW FAITH NO MORE THREE TIMES.. A feat some might call crazy and obsessive, but the fact of the matter is that in terms of Faith No More fans, I am amongst the younger of the bunch. Angel Dust came out when I was seven, if that gives you any idea. So, I never even heard of them until towards the very end of their first run. I figured I’d never see them in a million years, but then I flipped a shit when rumors started spreading that they were reuniting back at the very end of 2008. (Yes, it was THAT long ago when all this started.) They played in London and the Download Festival that following June, and it was one big agonizing waiting game watching them schedule more dates all over Europe, South America, Australia and wherever the fuck else before they finally revealed they were doing US dates. I wanted to go to the San Francisco shows in April, but they were smack dab in the middle of the week, and uhhh….I have this thing called a JOB, so it really wasn’t going to work. But then the unthinkable happened: July 5th at the Williamsburg Waterfront. I got my ticket the second the presale opened. But then the EVEN MORE unthinkable happened: two more dates. One more at the Williamsburg Waterfront on July 2nd, and one in Philadelphia on July 3rd. Three show all right here in the Northeast. Two of which I did not even have to leave the city I live in to get to. I knew I had to go to all of them. This was never going to happen again.
And so, I did go to all of them. So now I invite you to read all about how I spent my Independence Day weekend with my favorite band in the entire world. I don’t really feel much like writing a long, drawn out essay on each show, so a lot of this will be whatever random thoughts popped in my head throughout each evening. Ready? Let’s begin:
