paradise fears concert

paradise fears the future.

prompted by near radio silence, a number of people on social media have been asking us different forms of the same question— where have you guys been? why aren’t you touring? why aren’t you posting on twitter? is paradise fears no longer a thing? did something happen? is there a fight? was it violent? is there a video of the fight?

the simple answer is yes, paradise fears is always & forever a thing. we’re still here. still a band, still friends, still hanging out, & still making music together.
the reason we’ve been so quiet lately is that now, we’re a bunch of other things, too.

when Jordan & i had the conversation, we talked about it as though our lives were shelves. we decorate them with still frames of our biggest moments, & constantly update them as a running record of who we are & what’s important to us.
for the longest time, all six of us were putting the same photos on our shelves— the crowd at the show, the especially excited face at the meet n greet, the conference in the hotel bathroom, the van broken down on a missouri highway.
when you’re in a band & touring all the time, you’re the guy from paradise fears. it’s what you think about every morning when you wake up, how you introduce yourself, & how you orient your life. it’s the fire that fuels everything else.

lately, our shelves are changing. a lot. Michael’s adding wedding photos, & Jordan’s adding photos he took, & Cole & Marcus & i are trying to add diplomas, & Lucas is building a new shelf out of far better material.
Jordan’s a photographer. Lucas is an engineer. Michael’s a solo musician. Cole’s in college. Marcus makes guitars. I’m a writer. Cole lives in Sioux Falls, with Marcus, and Lucas. Jordan lives in Nashville. Michael lives in Orlando. I live in California. Cole produces for other artists. I manage other artists. Michael’s getting married. Marcus is single. I have a dog. Jordan has a full time job. Lucas wants to build water systems in third world countries. Jordan wants to take his guitar around the world. Michael wants to build a home studio to work with other artists. Marcus wants to be a contractor. Cole wants to be an architect. I want to make movies. all of us have new things to think about when we wake up, & new ways of introducing ourselves. all of us have new fires.

but the paradise fears shelf isn’t going away. it’s only getting better, actually. & the pictures are going to look different— maybe a little less tour, maybe a little more music, maybe a little less industry bullshit, maybe a little more personal— but they’ll keep going up.
this thing that we built— you & us together— is far too beautiful & rare to ever stop. we couldn’t stop being a part of it if we tried. we care too much about these songs, & the people they introduced us to; as long as the six of us exist, there will always be a paradise fears.

SO, in the interest of not stopping

we’re going to play some shows. we know this isn’t a full tour, & it certainly isn’t going to reach everybody, but we wanted to get that feeling again, & if playing a few special shows in early january becomes a tradition…i’m not mad at it. we’re going to play our full catalogue, & host after-parties so we can see everyone.

JAN 3 - BOSTON, MA - MIDDLE EAST

JAN 4 - NEW YORK, NY - STUDIO @ WEBSTER

JAN 6 - CHICAGO, IL - SCHUBAS

ALSO, we made a new acoustic album. well, not even acoustic - we’re calling it ‘reworks & revisits,’ because the songs aren’t all acoustic; they’re just different. we holed up in a cabin in Arkansas & recorded whatever came out, which includes five songs from LIRT, as well as two new original songs. 

we’re going to put ‘Someone Else’s Dream’ on november 4.

thank you for sticking with us. we’ve got a lot of shelf space to fill. we’ll see you in january.

sam

Preference #7 - Concert With The Boys - Requested

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Ashton

“Come on Y/N! We have to get to the seats!” Ashton cried dragging your hand. He’d gotten you tickets to the All Time Low concert for your birthday but he was almost more excited than I was. He’d insisted on getting a ton of merch at the stand before sitting down

“You’re the one who made us almost miss the show!” You laughed following him. He squeezed your hand tight smiling at you over his shoulder. He flashed the VIP passes and we were then led to the VIP section.

“We needed shirts to remember the night.” He said over his shoulder.

“I feel like I’ll remember the night fine without shirts.” You said sliding to your seats.

“Oh, what’s gonna make you remember it?” Ashton said smiling as he tugged you closer to him as you stood waiting for the music.

“My amazing boyfriend.” You smiled managing to say it before the crowd erupted into cheers as the lights dimmed. Ashton’s arms squeezed you against him for a moment before you both started dancing. The bass began to pound as the music began. Ashton cheered as the band played belting out his support for his friends. You laughed enjoying the music.

Quickly, you and Ashton were dancing together to the amazing entertainment. He held his hands on your hips holding them against his as you moved to the music. It became like a party of thousands of people all together. He danced like a maniac with you to the fast music.

It was probably the best way to celebrate your birthday.

Ashton was singing loudly in your ear as you danced to the music laughing and enjoying it. You loved the songs as they played and you sang to each other. You really loved him and this was just perfect. Plus he was being a big goof ball and making funny faces throughout the concert.

As the concert wound down, you stopped dancing so much as swaying. He held you against his chest softly singing the lyrics next to your ear. You knew you loved Ashton, and his love for music because his love for music was a lot like yours. It made it so much better that you could share it all together.

Calum

Calum had gotten you tickets to a Katy Perry concert and again, he might have been more excited than you were. He was mimicking her dance moves and facial expressions as you stood waiting for it to begin. You knew he just wanted you to laugh.

“So, I’m thinking I’m gonna fall in love tonight…” He said with a big smile leaning closer to you as his arm draped over your back.

“Oh, are you? I’m sure Katy Perry is begging on her knees for you to be backstage.” You quipped.

“Not with her, although if she was, sorry babe.” Calum said chuckling leaning into you. You could hear the crowd all around you but you were in your own world and that was just how you liked it.

“Oh dear, are you about to say something cheesy and romantic?” You say giggling.

“Hahaha, yeah, I guess I am, happy birthday.” He says leaning in for just one kiss.

Just then the lights dimmed and the music started. You stood up to cheer clapping your hands screaming loudly until you felt his hand tapping your shoulder. You turned to face him silently asking what since it would do no good to try to ask out loud in the noise.

He leaned in to your ear.

“You don’t scream that loudly at our concerts!” He yells in your ear.

“You can always make me scream later!” You reply. He rolls his eyes draping an arm around your waist turning to watch. You both sang along to the music you both knew so well letting yourselves go to the songs that played. He kept making his weird faces but he does that a lot to begin with.

He made sure no one was gonna hit on you too. During the more emotional songs, he’d hold you against him while you sang along. There were moments he felt you weren’t giving him enough attention of course, and he’d respond by pulling you close and pressing his lips to your neck. That was not distracting from the task at hand.

“Calum…” You whined as his lips pressed against the nape of your neck.

“Don’t forget about me now…” He whispers pulling you close. You roll your eyes as you turn back to the concert.

Michael

So Michael had given you tickets to see Mayday Parade for your birthday. You were really excited to hear their music live. While you loved the intense stuff of theirs, you loved their softer songs too. Some of your faves were ‘Hold On To Me’ and ‘Stay.’ You mostly listened to them alone on bad days and you prayed you’d hear them live.

“So, you think you’re gonna cry?” Michael says as the band begin to shift to playing those slower songs. You shrugged as he pulled you against him resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Well I’m here.” He says as soft chords begin to play.

“Hmm…” You sigh wrapping your arms over his on your waist.

And then ‘Hold On To Me’ started to play. Michael’s head dropped to your shoulder nuzzling against your neck and ear.

“I Know I’ve got my problems and it starts with me/ you something inside that I can’t see/ and late at night yeah you’ll comfort me/ hold onto me hold onto me/ I’ve got a nervous habit and I drink too much/ you said you hate your life and wants to change your ways/ you wake in the night and whisper oh so quiet/ hold onto me hold onto me/ don’t you ever leave don’t you ever leave/ I know I’ve got my problems and it’s probably me/ so hold onto me hold onto me/ I stay up too late and it hurts to breathe/ I said it’s 4 AM girl go back to sleep/ sometimes at night I can hear your dreams/ come rescue me come rescue me/ don’t you ever leave don’t you ever leave/ I know we got our problems and it’s probably me/ so hold onto me hold onto me/ I’m drifter’s body and an open sea/ and I see my reflection staring right back at me/ with no place to go and you’re left all alone/ there’s no place like home/ hold onto me hold onto me/ just stay with me just stay with me/ I know we got our problems and you’ll probably leave/ so hold onto me hold onto me/ I could never leave I will never leave/ so hold onto me hold onto me.” Michael sings in your ear.

“I love you, thanks for the tickets.” You say leaning back to look at him.

“I love you, too. Happy birthday.” He says softly kissing you tenderly.

Luke

Alright, it was sad to admit but you had made Luke come to a Paradise Fears concert for your birthday because you really liked their music and it was a band Luke wouldn’t hate so much as something else you could take him to.

“Damn, this a small venue…” Luke mumbled as you led him through the people. You rolled your eyes.

“Just because you hit it big doesn’t mean other people are not playing at dinky venues, you idiot.” You say getting to your seats.

“But I barely know any of their stuff.”

“I thought we were going to this concert for me.” You say raising an eyebrow.

“We are…” He says falling into the seat squeezing his legs into the space between them.

“Can’t you be pleasant? Just because it’s not Blink – 182.” You sigh bringing your fingers to his hair.

“Come here.” He says opening his arms for you. You sit next to her.

“So, will you be more pleasant about this?” You asked poking his cheek.

“When I make my confession.”

“What confession?”

“I learned one of their songs, actually a lot of them…” He says brushing his fingers against your cheek.

“Which one?”

“I’ll just sing it with them when they perform it.”

“How do you know they will?”

“Because they always have.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Eh…”

Then as a song began in the concert Luke held you closer than he had been resting his lips against your ear. The song was ‘Lullaby.’

“Late night phone calls/ bags packed so long/ night drives long flight/ nothing good about goodbye bye/ by the time I’m leaving I’ll be wishing I could stay/ I’ll be thinking ‘bout you every day in a different state/ mile after mile you know I’m always on the road/ but I won’t let you go/ I’ll stay up all night, staring at the sky/ you’re somewhere on the other side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby/ girl I’ve got stars in my eyes/ ‘cause you look better by my side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby/ hush now, speak slow/ stay close, don’t go/ two hearts, one night/ wish we didn’t have to stay goodnight/ by the time I’m leaving I’ll be wishing I could stay/ I’ll be think ‘bout you every day a different state/ mile after mile you know I’m always on the road/ but I won’t let you go/I’ll stay up all night staring at the sky/ you’re somewhere on the other side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me your lullaby/ girl, I’ve got stars in my eyes/ ‘cause you look better by my side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby/ let me be your lullaby let me be your lullaby/ a different night, a different day/ pretty soon it’s all the same/ being without you/ I’ll stay up all night, staring at the sky/ you’re somewhere on the other side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby/ girl I’ve got stars in my eyes/ ‘cause you look better by my side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby/ girl I’ve got stars in my eyes/ ‘cause you look better by my side/ if you’re sleeping alone tonight, let me be your lullaby/ let me be your lullaby, let me be your lullaby.”

“Ok, maybe you’re being less of a prick now.” You say when the songs over making Luke smirk.

“Sorry, you just seemed so into the band and not me.”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause I’m not into my own boyfriend.” You say rolling your eyes.