How awesome are airports, seriously? The fluorescent lights, the cues, the 25-hour flight to London with a 5 hour stopover in Kuala Lumpur. IF SOMEONE EVER TELLS YOU INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL IS ‘NOT SO BAD’ THEN THEY ARE BOTH DEMENTED AND SORELY MISINFORMED…I seriously don’t know how bands do it. Hello from London. Town of the grossly expensive food/booze and what is quickly becoming apparent as the bestest music scene in the world. Mmmmm. Message to mum: Might not be coming home. Send money.
On the plane on the way over, between trying to self-medicate myself with sleeping tablets and those kickass miniature bottles of vodka, I watched some TV and had the fortune of seeing Fall Out Boy’s video for ‘Arms Race’ multiple times. Though clouded by a groggy stupor, I couldn’t help but be disappointed by the disproportionate amount of camera time the lovely director had awarded singer Patrick Stump who has forever been cursed to be the out-of-focus dude behind Pete Wentz. Watching his freckly face pain over the high notes, I sympathised with the poor kid. Usually being the singer of the band will automatically afford you maximum exposure and title of frontman and thus maximum lady loving.
Though I’m pretty sure a great deal of the band’s audience on the Fall Out Boy Aussie tour a few weeks back would have been downright astonished to see Stump on vocals as Wentz attention-grabbing antics are so typical of a singer. Let us observe a minute of silence for Stump, the magnificent vocalist who’s been robbed of privilege and p00n by a cocky (excuse the pun) bassist who gets around in guyliner.
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