So, Rachel and I planned to hit the AFI CD signing but when we saw all the kidlets there, we said, “PUH-EACE” to them all and skedaddled on to The Flying M, which is a nearby coffee shop. Who did we see ahead of us in line but DAVEY HAVOK himself. Being the supremely uncool people we are, we approached and blabbed words at him and got our pictures taken with him until he reminded us that he was due at the CD signing. So we giggled as he departed.
I have now decided that my phone is a good luck charm because it has pictures of me and Rach with Boz Boorer and now it has pictures with me and Rach with Davey Havok. Sweet! Oh, Davey showed us his Moz tattoo and was generally a sweetheart even though Rachel told him that we stole our copy of Crash Love. So I tried to PR spin the situation by promising to buy one. I haven’t yet, but I feel that I should keep my promises made to musicians. I don’t give my word to them lightly.
And the show? The opener, a band called Ceremony, played retarded, out-dated punk, but I think they were being ironic, which increased my enjoyment. My clues? The bassist had a tattoo of a kitten on his elbow, and the guitarist manned the merch table wearing a pretty Prince shirt. I don’t know how much punk cred you can have with those two things going on. If they were being serious, then they totally sucked. Funny how intent changes my evaluation of a band and their work.
AFI totally rocked me and I found my inner AFI fangirl. Rach and I were hanging in the back because teenies totally push people around and act like entitled cuntholes at shows and I don’t have to put up with it so I tend to avoid them while fantasizing about making them bleed. But this guy said he was going to push up front when AFI started and he did exactly that and Rach and I followed him. I managed to end the show pretty close to the barrier. I don’t usually fight my way towards the front at shows. Weird. I didn’t know most of the words to any songs but the singles from Sing the Sorrow and Decemberunderground, but that doesn’t always matter. In my mind I think I made eye contact with Davey during “Miss Murder” and I hoped that he recognized me from the day before. He played songs requested by people at the signing which made me kick myself for not asking for “This Celluloid Dream”. I love that song even though I don’t fully know what it’s about. I just like the singalong chorus “CINEMATIC!” and so on. So yes, I had a lot of fun and it actually ranks pretty high on my ever-growing list of concerts, especially for a smaller-venue show like at the KF/Big Easy.