On Friday I proved that I am in fact Friend Extraordinaire, because I bought a disposable camera, braved the Evil Bus System, and went to JRock Revolution to take pictures for
snowqueenofhoth. My afternoon went something like this:
3:15 pm, still on campus. Can I catch the bus from here? Do I have to walk all the way down to Wilshire? Where can a girl get a disposable camera in this town, dammit? Which bus line do I need?
4:00 pm, Wilshire crosswalk. Will I make it, or will the light change and the bus cruelly drive off without me?
4:01 pm, Wilshire, the other side. I make it! Victory is mine!
4:45 pm, Wilshire. Oh, that’s where the La Brea Tar Pits are. I should come back some time.
5:00 pm, Wilshire. Now, where’s the theatre where- OH. It’s kind of hard to miss, as I step off the bus and practically onto a bunch of people wearing black with funky hair and makeup. There are a lot of them. What should I take a picture of first? Random people? Other random people? The concert sign? The theatre? I know, how about some random people?
ME: Excuse me. You guys look great! Can I take your picture?
EVERYBODY: ... Sure, whatever, crazy lady.
ME: Why are you all giving me funny looks? I’m wearing black! I have crazy hair! I blend right in!
EVERYBODY: ... Sure, whatever. Also, you are wearing black capris. Capris do not count as hardcore. We are hardcore. You are wearing flip-flops.
ME: Shut up and let me take your picture.
EVERYBODY: ...
As I was saying, I stepped off the bus and practically onto a whole bunch of hardcore jrock fans. They were kind of... everywhere. I spun around a couple of times and crossed the street to take a picture of the front of the line. Then I crossed back and started walking down the line... down the block... right, around the corner... taking pictures as I go... right again around the next corner, behind Ralph’s, which is doing record business this lovely afternoon... right again around the next corner.... aha! I take a picture of the end of the line, for posterity. Then I go into Ralphs, abandon the idea of a trip to the restroom, and consider buying pie. I take a look at the checkout lines and abandon all hope of pie... for now.
Back outside, the line has increased by at least twenty people and is halfway up the block, not far from the corner where the beginning of the line is. If the line keeps growing at this rate, I ponder, where will they put everybody? I decide not to wait to find out, and take a picture of some guy with white makeup and purple hair. I hope that one turns out, at least. I cross the street in order to crouch down and take a picture of the office blocks on top of the Wiltern theatre. It is green and very Art Deco and altogether rather classy. I notice that VNV Nation is scheduled for some time in late June, and make a note to try to find somebody to go with, because hi, I’m not running around LA late at night on my own for anybody. I cross back and take a couple more shots of the front of the line and decide that 20 photos, hopefully some of them in focus, ought to satisfy even
snowqueenofhoth.
6:30, heading back home on foot along Broxton Ave, I pass the icklest theater where Pirates 3 is playing. A sign reads “7:00 Show Sold Out”. I cackle and pass a small line full of people in disappointingly boring clothing. Not a pirate hat to be seen. Probably all the hardcore people went to the midnight showing, but still, there’s definitely something to be said for jrock fans.
3:15 pm, still on campus. Can I catch the bus from here? Do I have to walk all the way down to Wilshire? Where can a girl get a disposable camera in this town, dammit? Which bus line do I need?
4:00 pm, Wilshire crosswalk. Will I make it, or will the light change and the bus cruelly drive off without me?
4:01 pm, Wilshire, the other side. I make it! Victory is mine!
4:45 pm, Wilshire. Oh, that’s where the La Brea Tar Pits are. I should come back some time.
5:00 pm, Wilshire. Now, where’s the theatre where- OH. It’s kind of hard to miss, as I step off the bus and practically onto a bunch of people wearing black with funky hair and makeup. There are a lot of them. What should I take a picture of first? Random people? Other random people? The concert sign? The theatre? I know, how about some random people?
ME: Excuse me. You guys look great! Can I take your picture?
EVERYBODY: ... Sure, whatever, crazy lady.
ME: Why are you all giving me funny looks? I’m wearing black! I have crazy hair! I blend right in!
EVERYBODY: ... Sure, whatever. Also, you are wearing black capris. Capris do not count as hardcore. We are hardcore. You are wearing flip-flops.
ME: Shut up and let me take your picture.
EVERYBODY: ...
As I was saying, I stepped off the bus and practically onto a whole bunch of hardcore jrock fans. They were kind of... everywhere. I spun around a couple of times and crossed the street to take a picture of the front of the line. Then I crossed back and started walking down the line... down the block... right, around the corner... taking pictures as I go... right again around the next corner, behind Ralph’s, which is doing record business this lovely afternoon... right again around the next corner.... aha! I take a picture of the end of the line, for posterity. Then I go into Ralphs, abandon the idea of a trip to the restroom, and consider buying pie. I take a look at the checkout lines and abandon all hope of pie... for now.
Back outside, the line has increased by at least twenty people and is halfway up the block, not far from the corner where the beginning of the line is. If the line keeps growing at this rate, I ponder, where will they put everybody? I decide not to wait to find out, and take a picture of some guy with white makeup and purple hair. I hope that one turns out, at least. I cross the street in order to crouch down and take a picture of the office blocks on top of the Wiltern theatre. It is green and very Art Deco and altogether rather classy. I notice that VNV Nation is scheduled for some time in late June, and make a note to try to find somebody to go with, because hi, I’m not running around LA late at night on my own for anybody. I cross back and take a couple more shots of the front of the line and decide that 20 photos, hopefully some of them in focus, ought to satisfy even
6:30, heading back home on foot along Broxton Ave, I pass the icklest theater where Pirates 3 is playing. A sign reads “7:00 Show Sold Out”. I cackle and pass a small line full of people in disappointingly boring clothing. Not a pirate hat to be seen. Probably all the hardcore people went to the midnight showing, but still, there’s definitely something to be said for jrock fans.
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Date: 2007-05-27 12:17 pm (UTC)OMG YOU ARE AWESOME.
Also, you are listening to AND QUOTING HYDE. I just. I. :DDDDDDDDDD
REPEAT. AWESOME.
I am tickled pink, and I might have to link to this.
Just so some of my flist can see what they look like to the rest of the world? XD
Omg, I wish I was there. :D
Also, La Brea Tar Pits! That sounds cool! I'd love to go someday.
Aren't you glad? I should give you missions more often. Gives you something to do, ne? ;)
Want to go see SKIN at Anime Expo?
...j/k, j/k :DDD
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Date: 2007-05-27 04:43 pm (UTC)Well, Hyde did seem appropriate, considering the content. ;)
And I am considering Anime Expo. The one-day fees don't look half bad. I love the headline for SKIN: "J-Rock Gods Join Forces and Debut at Nation's Largest Convention".
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Date: 2007-05-28 02:49 am (UTC)OMG DOOOO IIIIITTTTT.
Well, like me. You know concerts are fun. And neither of us do much and who cares if you don't really know the band/artist/whoever. It's just... fun! :D
DO IT! :D
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Date: 2007-05-28 07:10 am (UTC)jk I was wearing ... well, not normal. but not omg MY EYES BLACK WHERE IS THE SUN. yes.
coughs. :D
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Date: 2007-05-28 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-29 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-29 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 03:57 pm (UTC)did you enjoy the actual concert? was it a good venue for the show?
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Date: 2007-06-03 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 08:00 pm (UTC)the world of jpop is something I have yet to get an understanding of. I hear all about it off and on on my flist, but there seems to be some knowledge gap I haven't crossed. of course, I don't have any jpop on my computer, that would prolly be a start. I always did want that song Spicy Marmalade...
*smiles reminiscently over W's Anime club*
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Date: 2007-06-03 08:49 pm (UTC)*cracks up* That is possibly the most hilarious song ever. Aside from Shining
CorrectionCollection. Why do I not have it?no subject
Date: 2007-06-04 03:20 am (UTC)oh completely. *g* I used to love watching the music videos they'd show between series, and I think I saw one for Spicy Marmalade that had it stuck in my head forever. XXD