So my friend's mom's client got my friend and I places at the private Z100 Green Day concert last night. This would be the first time in nearly 5 years since we had seen them. That first time, I took her to see them at Giant's Stadium. THAT was an epic show.

We shuffled into the tiny room with 218 other people all clamoring around the stage for good places. We carved ourselves a respectable niche in the crowd, second row just a little past Billie Joe's mic, and waited. Then, finally, the show began.

Green Day strode onto the…

So today I went to see Nanuchka, who were playing at Stevens. Unfortunately, I got there towards the end of their set. So that was sad.

Anyway, afterwards, I bought a shirt (I wanted a small, but the nice man only had mediums) and returned to my sister. My sister (who was, besides me, the youngest person there), noticed that bass goddess Yula Be'eri was conversing freely with many people.
"I'm a pusher," she hissed, mouth full of free college brownie. "Like a drug pusher. I'm going to push you to say hi!"

By nature, I am a very shy…

Heart beating with excitement, butterflies fluttering haphazardly in my belly, a smattering of dulcet melodies in my ears. . .oh, yes, it could only mean one thing.

I was on my way to a Decemberist concert.

It was a crisp November 11 night. The wind whispered of the musical strangers gracing the Montclair soil. Bright lights blazed from a large brick theatre. Faithful myrmidons of indie gathered outside, some waiting for friends, others having a drag.

My sister, dad and I shuffled to the Wellmont Theatre, where a friend of mine waited for me. She was new to the Decemberists'-fan-scene…

HOLY.
SHIT.

On Friday, September 19, in Montclair, my friend and I took a fantastic voyage into the unknown. It was a dark world, with the smell of cigarettes, wine, and fifty writhing bodies who seemed to be worshipping one Jack Terricloth. On three screens above us played the German classic "M," starring Peter Lorre, backwards. My friend and I, who had tickets in row C seats 2 and 4, shuffled our way to the front of the stage, where a large group of people now gathered. A man with curly black hair, a red shirt, and an awkward gait…

Hey people of the world. Or really, New Yorkers. If you are reading this, i need to ask you one question:

"Where Were You When the Vampires Came Out?"

This inquiring statement has been printed on posters and put up all around the city. They caught my eye when I saw them. Have you seen them? If you have, please continue reading below. If not, but are curious, you're free to read.

Now, if you'll notice, there is a website listed underneath this eye-catching statement. It's bloodcopy.com. I checked it out and it's all about vampires integrating with humans because…

A-Punk
screw all yous who didn't like this one. it was a kick-ass show!!!

here's what happened:
-my friend and i cut through the line so we ended up getting in!!!! for all those who went, please don't be pissed. you saw how long that line was. we just wanted to hear the music!!!!

-it rained the ENTIRE time! we got soaked. when the sun finally came out (before disappearing half an hour later), everyone starting chanting, "rainbow! rainbow! rainbow!"

-we got to the front (first time EVER i was in front!)

-there was a security guard who, no joke,…

What's going on???

Why is it that all of the sudden, I'm seeing a bunch of TERRIBLE pop stars adopt punk/indie fashion? What the hell is with that? When did they suddenly transmorgify and say, "Oh, I think I'm gonna be punk today !" The other day, I was watching TV and I saw MILEY CYRUS (I still retain the opinion that she is indeed Lillith's daughter) wearing a black, three-row pyramid studded belt! WTF??? If they feel like "fitting in," do it with another crowd, not one who loathes every ounce of their being.

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