Tuesday night I had the pleasure of seeing My Chemical Romance for the second time. There isn't much more I can say about the set that I didn't the last time , except "Mama" went uninterrupted, which I was thankful for. I LOVE this song. If you were to roll up beside me at a red light while I was listening to it and happened to look over, you would see me rocking out like nobody's business 2 minutes and 57 seconds in. It's hard to enjoy this monstrosity of a tune when it suddenly grinds to a halt right in the middle of the best part. Granted, the pause was to make sure kids weren't stomping each other to death in the pit. But if you can't take the heat, get your ass out of the kitchen I always say!
My seat was 6th row on the side, but I was at an angle where the actual front of the stage was diagonally to my left. So a lot of the time I was looking at Gerard's back. Which is ok by me, because he's definitely on my inner 12 yr old's Rockstar Crush list, and she always appreciates a nice rear view.
One thing that was cool about this vantage point is I got an idea of what it's like for the band to look out and see a crowd of adoring fans. Interestingly though, the arena wasn't nearly as full as the Long Island show was. In fact it was probably about 2/3 full, which surprised me since they're one of the biggest acts right now and Worcester is a pretty populated area.
In front of me was a family consisting of a Mother, four teenagers and a boy about the age of nine. They ALWAYS had something going on. First she had to rescue half her kids off the floor and have them overcrowd the row until the usher found two of the kids available seats. Then Mom had to walk up and down the aisle talking on her cell phone. Then she had to bring back a soda for everyone. All things that distracted me throughout the show. I would be more upset if it weren't for the fact that I realize she's just being a good Mom, but also that the 9 yr old was so FREAKING CUTE. Everything Gerard commanded the crowd to do he did: side-to-side handwaving, clapping, fist-thrusting; this kid did it all. He gets a gold star for Outstanding Audience Participation.
The only other thing I have to report is that if you happen to find yourself making the drive up north to see a show at the Palladium or DCU Center, be prepared to shell out the bucks to park your car. The lots that I saw were charging anywhere from $10 (a hidden lot I didn't know about till it was too late) to $20. However you do get the benefit of parking right outside of the venue and it's super easy to get back on the highway.
I seriously wish I had a wittier ending to this blog. But it's dinner time and Carolyn just alerted me that they're going to Friday's, so I need to get the hell off the computer and meet my favorite summertime pal-Ultimate Frozen Margarita-as soon as possible.
