signed my ticket



After SO MANY YEARS supporting them I’ve finally met my heroes.

When I enter to the meet & greet Jack opened his arms and received me with the biggest smile on his face, I hugged him as tight as I could, then I hugged Rian and when he saw the letter that I had for them he said “Oh, I’ll take it!” (you can actually see the letter on his hand on the pic ^^ ). Then I hugged my angel, Alex, he was super sweet and did a super cute noise with his voice while we were hugging each other, something like “awww” :’). Finally I hugged Zack, and let me tell you, his hugs are a w e s o m e haha

Then I showed them my tattoos. First I saw them my Future Hearts logo which I have under my right ear, and Alex said “Oh wow! I love it, it’s so cool!”. Then I show them my “Therapy” tattoo, which I have on my left arm, the lyrics “Love yourself so no one has to” and Alex looked me and said “Thank you so much for your dedication” and he grabbed my arm in a cute way… I almost cried in that moment. He was saying thanks to me when they are the ones who saved my life and who also keep me alive. Then Rian saw my Martin Garrix tattoo on my arm and he was like “Oh, I like it”, I told him “It’s bc of Martin Garrix” he lowered his head so  I could speak in his ear, since I am pretty short compared to them haha  and he was like “Oh, Martin Garrix!”

Then we took two photos (One taken my Thomas Falcone and another one that Danny took with my phone). They signed my concert ticket and Zack gave it back to me. I told them that I loved them and they told me the same.Then, as I was leaving Alex screamed something about my hair but I really couldn’t hear it properly bc he went crazy haha


They were the sweetest people ever. I feel so lucky and thankful for having them in my life. They are my lifesavers

Sooo…I’ve met Papa, Fire and Aether after the show…aka the story how I died.
We were standing next to the tour bus and there where like..maybe 20 people (or maybe more I don’t remember) and my father was with us because he wanted to drive us home. So we told him that we want to wait for the Band to come out to sign things. He didn’t believed me that they will come out and he also kept telling us that we don’t know how they look anyways (lol if you knew). So my father was quite pissed cause he wanted to go home. That was so embarrassing because it felt like everyone was staring at us. We kept telling him that this is very important to us and that we know how they look. But he kept yelling at us lmao.

So after maybe 20 minutes or so Fire comes out. And let me just tell ya…he looks like a greek god. My heart was racing. I asked him to sign my ticket and he wrote my name on it. He signed the ticket on my shoulder and stole my fucking edding😂

After that Aether came out. He’s such a sweetheart and so funny. @ghuleh-101 showed him a picture where he jumped and he just screamed: look at my arse!!😂😂 He told me that I have a beautiful name and that I should check out a song by a certain band but I forgot the name of the band (god damnit).
I think after that Air came out. He looked a lil bit angry and went right into the tour bus.
Then theres Earth..he waved at us but also went right into the tour bus. I haven’t seen water at all lol.

And then…Papa came out. I was trembling like a little bitch. HE LOOKS EVEN MORE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IN PERSON. And there was still make up around his eyes.
He’s so intimidating without even trying lol.
So he came up to me and I still don’t know how I managed to talk to him without sounding so scared. I asked him if he could sign my ticket and he saw my name looked me into the eyes and just said: Josephine, hm? HE KILLED ME. I CAME SO FUCKING HARD.
So yeah…he signed my ticket and I asked him for a hug. He gives the best hugs ever but I mentioned before that I’m very clumsy so I think I accidentally hit his nose with my arm while hugging him???
I thanked him for coming to Wiesbaden and that this was the best concert I’ve ever been to. He kept eye contact all the time and just smiled at me. Again…is he trying to kill me?
But after that my father dragged us away because he was so tired. I hope Papa didn’t noticed that, I mean I didn’t had the opportunity to say goodbye.
When we where at our car me and my best friend just started to scream lol. I really really hope that he didn’t heard that.
So yeah…That’s the story how I got brutally murdered.
(And sorry for grammatical errors. I’m too lazy right now to correct them).

If I don’t get to see you this tour, I’ll come back around next year if you’ll have me. Love, H.

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“Excuse me,” A small voice said from behind the blond Russian. He hoped to God it wasn’t another reporter asking for an interview. He’s already spoken to practically the entire world, who else is there to answer questions to?

He sighed and turned around, “Yeah?” He asked in Russian, since he was addressed by the voice in Russian first. To say the least, he was surprised. He honestly was expecting a reporter, not a small girl clutching her phone and ticket to the competition. 

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i remembered how i would be railside at every show begging them to play room a thousand years wide and ally and i were screaming it so loud, his mic picked it up. he kept pretending he couldn’t hear us. he’d raise his hand to his ear like, “what?” and he kept implying he was about to play it and kept playing other songs, laughing right in our faces at our disappointment.

i remembered doing the same in detroit. he would do the same to me, stopping and smiling right at me, pretending he couldn’t hear me shouting. pretended he couldn’t see my sign without his glasses apparently. how he kept calling a song “formula one rock show” and played confusing opening riffs, then suddenly breaking out to tighter and tighter.

when he finally came out to greet us, we we had all been standing a half hour in freezing rain. somehow, i still wasn’t ready. a stranger actually pushed me to the front of the line and said, “sign her stuff first, she’s been waiting here the longest!” which actually wasn’t true, but that stranger’s kindness was humbling. i was actually the last person in line but he made sure to stop at me and acknowledge me.

i didn’t have anything to sign. my actual ticket was soaking wet and ben shepherd had signed the entire thing john hancock style. he paused at me to see what i’d do and all i could was offer up my entire, whole wallet. i leafed through it and found an old card i wasn’t using and handed all of it to him. card, wallet, whole thing.

i watched him hold my wallet as he signed the card. i felt so silly that i didn’t have anything real to sign and felt his silent judgment that he was signing an expired bus card. 

his signature always looked like a blooming flower. like a lily.

for being one of the most powerful voices in music, he was so soft-spoken and timid when off the stage. he was like a tower when he performed, but he was meek and gentle to all of us. he’s been doing this too long to have blown out his voice, he just spoke very softly to us. he didn’t act like he’d been a larger than life act for over 30 years. he seemed more timid and nervous than we were, honestly. he didn’t have that rock star charm you hear about. he didn’t work the crowd. he wasn’t even as conversational as ben, if you can believe that.

he was so confident and huge on stage, but the minute the lights turned off, he was completely vulnerable and nervous. completely human. and i will miss him so much.


So here’s the full recap of the concert I went to last night. 

So I went to see Palaye Royale at a place called the Cat’s Cradle in NC last night. The venue was really cute and super laid back (they allowed re-entry). The only problem was that there was not AC or ventilation so once the bands started playing it quickly turned into a sauna. 

A band called Out Came the Wolves was first and I’d never heard of them before but they were actually really good. I ended up talking with them for almost an hour later on in the show. They’re all really nice guys and I would recommend checking them out if you like music like Crown the Empire/I See Stars. They took turns working their merch tent to fill in for their normal merch guy and they were so nice to fans that wanted to talk/hang out. They stuck around the whole night taking photos and meeting fans. 

Then Palaye Royale came on and their set was amazing! They played all my favorite songs. Remington mentioned how hot it was and you could tell all the artists were dying on stage but they still gave a great show. They played their cover of ‘Teenagers’ by My Chemical Romance and they did it perfectly. After their set they came to their merch table and met fans. I showed them my plague doctor tattoo (seeing as how they sell merch with the plague doctor on it). They all gave actual real hugs to fans. I know a lot of artists just do the side hug, but these guys legit hug their fans. All three of them were super sweet and kind to everyone. They all signed my ticket and I got hugs and photos with them all. Emerson and Sebastian both complimented my outfit. I actually talked with Sebastian for a bit and he’s such a nice person! As long as it doesn’t interfere with school I will 100% be going to see them again in September when they come to Charlotte, NC. Seriously, these guys are easily in my top three sweetest bands I’ve ever met. 

They came back out after the show and signed more things and took more photos. They seriously make an effort to thank all of their fans for coming. They are so genuinely grateful that people came out to support them and that’s so nice to see in a band. Also their two merch girls are the sweetest merch workers I’ve ever met. I talked with them a bunch during the show and they’re awesome and if you go to their shows you should tip them!!! 

I See Stars and Crown the Empire both put on amazing shows. I don’t really listen to their stuff but they have great live shows. The power and stage lights kept malfunctioning during their sets but they still gave it their all. Crown the Empire legit shook the building with their base. 

Despite the heat I’m so glad I went to the show. I had a great time even though I only knew the one band. It was a pretty small venue (and probably 200+ people there) which made it the perfect size in my opinion to get that intimate concert vibe. 


Ok y'all buckle the fuck in

I know I said I would do this yesterday morning but I’ve been busy af and this shit it still plaguing my every thought

But ANYWAYS I met aether, fire, and the mastermind himself TF and I’M STILL SHOOK like fire is the most beautiful person I have ever seen with my own two eyes and he was so sweet like when he came up to me I basically just word vomited about how much I love him and he did this vaudeville ass animated little bow and it was so fucking CUTE I wanted to scream into the void and then I told him he was the ultimate hype man and that he stole the show (because he TOtally does) and when he signed my ticket he asked my name and put wrote “hype man” which I’m TATTOOING ON MY FOREHEAD FOR SURE and then we talked about the Fresno show and he was like “that was such a weird show” lmao and then he gave me a hug and I thought for sure I would die in his muscular arms tbh I’m 100% sure I will never love somebody the way I’ve fallen in love with fire

And I met aether after the Fresno show and he recognized me after the SF one and he also said that it was a weird show lmao but I told him I love his album and he thought I was talking about meliora but i was like no YOUR album life is often brilliant (which you should check out bc it’s really good) and he was like “my album?!??!?” and I was like yeah and his eyes lit up and he looked soooo happy and he said “oh my god thank you so much that’s so nice to hear in california of all places” and then he told me to listen to some of his other bands lmao

Air came out too (which I was surprised about) but he didn’t really seem interested in spending time talking to people like fire and aether were so he just went around signing things and then left (prob bc his wife and daughter were there)

But oh lord in heaven papa himself Ticonderoga Fog came walking down the sidewalk with his skinny ass legs and his daughter in tow and without even trying he now owns my soul forever but it was honestly so weird seeing his face and hearing his voice at the same time lmao he was sooooo nice though and he seemed genuinely happy to meet everybody and to talk to them and everybody that met him just showered him with compliments and praise (LIKE HE DESERVES) and he was so grateful like I got so emotional before he even came over to me just watching him interact with other people (which sounds lame af but idc lmao) but when he came up to me he signed my ticket and I forgot that I wanted him to sign my infestissumam booklet bc I was dying inside (in a good way though) so then he asked me if I wanted him to sign that too and of course I said yes then I told him that I had so much fun at the Fresno show that on the way home I had bought a ticket for that night and BOY LET ME TELL YOU HE LOOKED RIGHT INTO MY EYES VERY INTENSELY AND THANKED ME and I will literally never be the same but then he also said the Fresno show was weird (idk why they all thought it was weird I asked all of them why and I never got an answer)

THEN some homeless guy started yelling at us from across the street and TF was like “what is that” and I was like it’s market st there are lots of homeless people here and he was like “yeah there’s been lots of yelling all day” and then I was like yeah they tend to do that and he laughed and then I asked him if I could get a hug and he was like “of COURSE you can” (he does smell really nice oops)


Kind of a Neverender Story

On May 2nd I attended my 10th Coheed and Cambria show and every day that followed for a month or so since then was a storm of emotions and fuzzy feelings. Every time I try to write this down I get annoyed at my own self and trash it so please bear with me.

5 years ago, February 2012, I got an email about Coheed going on tour like the dozens of emails that came before it since I discovered them only this time, almost 10 years into being a fan I finally decided it was time to go.

“I need to do this, babe, just once. I need to get it out of my system, I’ll never ask again. Just once.”

That’s what I said to my husband before buying our tickets. I’ve been living this lie for over five years now, and there’s no signs of stopping because every moment since then has been like living in a surrealistic bubble of “how did I get from there to here?” Plus I’ve won him completely over to the Coheed side, he doesn’t even try to fight it anymore.

We went and I got my first taste of what it was truly like to be a Child of the Fence. There were people in line with guitars singing Coheed songs, no one was rude, it was like everyone knew everyone else and in a way they did because I learned that every Coheed fan has a home in other Coheed fans. I ran in terror every time a band member was coming or going from the bus, amazed that they were so approachable as other fans said hi or got autographs. My brother in law had a good laugh at my expense when he said, “isn’t the lead singer the one with the big hair? He’s right there,” while I stood frozen in place and I’m sure all the color drained from my face. I literally could not force myself to move.

The show was absolutely everything I’d dreamed about and so much more. I found myself square in the danger zone of the pit, the crowd was insanely rough, but my eyes did not waiver from that stage. I planted my feet and turned all my focus into not getting sucked backward so I wouldn’t miss a single thing. Every memory of coming to love this band, every part of my past life and the people I shared it with, every painful experience in my life that their music carried me through flooded my mind and hit me in my soul. Watching these guys perform with such zest and energy, as if it would be their last show ever breathed life into me, and when Claudio sang Mother Superior, my favorite song at the time, I wept openly and unabashedly while my husband held me tight. (Ok he was actually holding me up because I was not prepared for how physically exhausted I would be)

After the show tons of people were gathered on the corner by the tour bus and I talked my husband into letting us stay despite the 3 hour drive home ahead of us. I met so many COTF that I still know and attend shows with today, people I consider “staples” because I always expect to see them in my corner of the southern US and they’re always there. The crowd thinned and suddenly Josh pops out of the building and yells, “WHERE IS DOUGIEFRIZZLE?” o.O This Dougie character skips up, vinyl sleeve in hand (an OG IKS pressing), gets it signed by Josh, gives him a huge hug, explains that he’s been waiting forever for Josh to rejoin the band because he was missing only his signature. As it turned out, Doug had tweeted to him that he needed him to sign and Josh being the amazing human he is came out to make it happen. Josh hung out for a bit, talking to everyone, signing things and posing for pictures, even gave one guy a beer from the bus because he said that’s all he wanted. I was still terrified and I’m pretty sure I didn’t speak. Some time around 2 am, what was once a crowd of us had thinned to about 25 of us; venue security had gone home no doubt believing that we are all insane, and my brother in law had long since retreated to the car to sleep. Coheed’s tour manager, Pete, came off the bus and in a very no-nonsense manner gave us the news we’d been waiting for, that the band was going to come out for a meet and greet. At 2 am. In downtown Birmingham. WHAT!! “Have your cameras out, I will take your pictures, if you want something signed have it ready. Any shenanigans and we’re getting back on the bus.” I didn’t have any words for them, except that Zach didn’t come out so I requested that. He came and said “I didn’t think anyone would want me to,” so humble and sweet that man is. I left after getting my pictures and my ticket signed (by all but Josh) and when we passed back by I yelled “I love you Claudio” out the car window and I still cringe when I think of that, hahaha!

I didn’t sleep that night, how do you just go to sleep when you can feel your life slowly pulling into focus? I love my husband and my children, but I’m a stay at home mom and it can really be the pits sometimes despite the fact that I know I’m extremely lucky to be able to be home with them. At this particular time in my life things were out of whack for me, not as badly as they would come to be, but enough that my own worth already felt unimportant and lost in the repetitiveness of my boring existence.

I revitalized a twitter account I had created a few years before and never tweeted from and went on a follow frenzy. I filled the void left by being stuck at home all the time with Coheed fans. I finally had a place to let me be myself, not wife or mommy, just Cyndi. Not only that, but I found hundreds of people just like me: totally invested in Coheed and Cambria, excited about it all the time, where the conversation never ended. People from all over the world, different ages, and from every walk of life you could imagine. What I found was my second home. Thus Cyndifferous was born and I’m onto the meat of my story.

In the Coheed community, 10 shows is a drop in the bucket for a lot more fans than you would think, so while I’m personally celebrating that accomplishment, what I came here to talk about isn’t that at all. I want to talk about the fans, my friends, my people.

I threw myself into the community, dubbing twitter my own personal Heedfeed. I’m always excited about Coheed and when other people are excited too it bleeds back into me and doubles it. I’m pretty sure that I have organs and a nervous system that keep me living, but I’m also pretty sure that without Coheed & the COTF it would all cease to function. I’m a people person and the COTF community welcomed me with open arms. I started using keyword searches to find new friends, and also to share excellent content that may have otherwise been missed. What’s great about our community is that even when the band is taking time off, or there’s a lull while waiting for movement, there’s still ample things to talk about and no shortage of people to talk to.

Over the last 5 years in all my personal ups and downs, no matter the distance, I always had my cotf friends for support. When I’m bored, they’re there. When I’m sad, they’re there. When I’m ecstatic or miserable or anywhere in between. We even get excited about each other’s upcoming shows, merch scores, and personal victories. There is no room for jealousy in Heaven’s Fence. No room for egos and competition, because we’re all so busy looking out for one another and having each other’s backs. As true and steady as the keywork that holds Heaven’s Fence in place. I’ve never not felt like the COTF community is my place in the world, my little niche, a safe space for everyone who shares the love for this band that gave us so much just by existing.

I mentioned earlier that I’ve been in a whirlwind of emotions since the show and it’s time to clarify. Since the moment I came on board this community I have never felt unwelcome, not even when I would rack up 1,000 tweets in a day or live tweet lyrics to two or three albums in a night. Not even when I parted ways with one project after another, some with an uproar, others a silent exit. Not even when I was constantly asking questions because, let’s face it, there’s a lot to know about Coheed, it’s counterparts, and it’s members. People like Neesh who have been around the community seemingly since the beginning of time and who are still enthusiastic and completely on board with welcoming a new person and bestowing upon them what feels like all of their knowledge, but is probably just beginning to scratch the surface. I remember laaaaaaate nights in the RadioXenu chat room with Neesh learning little nuggets of band history, staying up literally all night the night she showed me The Mours and some SUPER old demos from Shabutie & Weerd Science. (Neesh’s YouTube channel is a gold mine just by the way) After all this time she is still active and vocal in the community, and still just so damn nice to EVERYONE, that’s impressive especially considering how many people I’ve seen wax and wane or come and go. My point is, Neesh inspired me to always be that person, to always be open and welcoming and a home for COTF, most especially the new ones just hopping on board our particular brand of crazy train, trying to find their place in our vast community. The least I can do after all of the unexpected kindness that has been shown to me over the years is continue to pass that on…forever.

Seeing Good Apollo I’m Burning Star IV, Volume 1: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness live in all of its glory was an experience I could relive every moment for the rest of my life and die happy. In fact, I hope when I’m about to embark on my next life and my life memories replay that this night is featured. Literally everything about the day was perfect, the weather, the friends, the food. And as the night began it took a huge leap into epic, beginning with witnessing one of the most beautiful moments I’ve ever witnessed at a show. (I’m looking at you, Yui. And also at you Ern, you amazing human, you.) I’m sparing details because I came here to talk about what happened post-show, I think I’ve told enough show stories for now, ha!

For me, approximately 60% of a Coheed show is meeting people. Internet friends, old friends, new friends, there’s no such thing as strangers. This particular show was a “homecoming” of sorts for me because Atlanta is usually where I see my Coheed shows and the previous two tours I skipped Atlanta in search of new places and faces. I got to see people I have missed so dearly since IKS Neverender, including Tim, the very first COTF to ever show me the kind nature of our community at my first show, and also the first I’d heard of people who travel around the country just to see these guys perform their miracle of musicianship. There are not many things in life that parallel the joy of recognizing someone and saying “I KNOW YOUR FACE,” even when you’ve only ever seen it in a tiny profile box online.

And so begins a series of happenings that have filled my heart to the bursting point.

My bestest friends & I, Jim and James AKA The Awkward Team, met up for this because we are separated by so much distance (Mississippi, Iowa, Florida) that we try our hardest to come together for shows at least. We arrived in Atlanta the day before the show and it wasn’t long before our friend Ian reached out to see what we were up to that night. Turns out he was just handed a shitty life card and needed some company! We all met up at Buckhead Pizza Co, my very first day-before-the-show hang, usually I’m a lump in my hotel room the day before haha! We had so much fun hanging out in that pizza place, and being there for Ian to take the burn out of a real bummer of a situation was awesome. Even Nina Uber’d over to hang out with us! Our pizza hangs turned into parking garage hangs and we all laughed so much our faces hurt. In short, thank you for messaging me Ian, you made our night probably 10x more fun and it was great to finally get the time to hang out with you!

The show was….I can’t even find the adjective to accurately convey that particular evening. The energy was high in the crowd as it always is in Atlanta, but this one was unlike any other. We had full-venue waves going on, it took us a few tries to get the whole floor and balcony involved but when it finally came together it was unforgettably amazing. I thought I would regret choosing to be in the all-seated balcony for this show, but as it turned out the entire balcony was on their feet for the whole show. Give Coheed fans at least one square foot of space to move and dance in and we will do it. And we did. I’ve been to a couple of shows with a very laid back crowd, this was the exact opposite and that energy conveyed to the band on stage as they powered through one of the most difficult albums in their discography. They moved and grooved right along with us, with the biggest smiles I think I’ve ever seen them play a show with. And when Final Cut came up, Claudio disappeared from the stage and reappeared ten feet to my left in the balcony shredding a solo and letting a fan play his guitar. Those moments, when the band is floating on the energy of the crowd, when every note they play slams more energy around, when you can tell they’re happy to be where they are and loving what they do are next-level. If we could bottle up the energy from a show like that we could live forever on it. I may never experience another show quite like that one, but if not I won’t be at a loss because it was immortalized on Coheed TV and I revisit it often.

After the show I always hang around outside, its prime time to talk about the show, meet up with people you missed beforehand, and sometimes even catch an impromptu meet and greet. I was sitting down in the parking lot because even though I had a balcony seat I was on my feet dancing, jumping and moving around during the entire set. It wasn’t long after the show that a gentleman approached me and introduced himself as someone from twitter and thanked me for….being me? I’m trying to stay clear of personal vanity, but he thanked me for being kind and and friendly online, told me I was the first COTF he followed, and it was truly awesome to meet him. He flew all the way from Kansas to come to the Atlanta show! I live and breathe for moments like that, when internet and real life collides unexpectedly and someone expresses their gratitude for me. I can dish out compliments all day long, but taking them is hard for me because I’m just a potato of a person who loves Coheed. What I do is not a special skill or talent, I just love to talk and I happen to have a ton of free time to do that with. So thank you, carnacolypse! I catch a fair amount of grief sometimes from my family for the amount of time I spend online, and those moments where someone tosses me appreciation for that, even though I’m just doing what I do, makes the sting of that grief go away. I’m just a girl in Mississippi, I’ve said it all along and I’ll continue to say it forever. I am not special in any way, but my friends sure do make me feel that way.

Not overshadowing all of the other COTF I got to meet for the first time that day, including Alison who came all the way from Canada and started her epic multi-date heedtrip at the Atlanta show!

Coming home after a heedtrip is hard. Post-Coheed depression is a very real thing for a lot of fans.

I love my kids, and I miss them like crazy when I’m away, but I see them every day of the year, my cotf friends get 2, 3 or 4 if I’m SUPER lucky and coheed busts out a secondary market tour. Sometimes it’s not so bad, but this time I was missing my awkward team and sad that the Neverender I felt like I’d waited a lifetime was now officially behind me. A tough pill to swallow. I stayed horizontal pretty much all of Thursday. As always though I fell back into the swing my boring existence, empowered by the task of staying positive and continuing to share and discuss the events of Coheed’s continuing tour. A new Tales From The Grail Arbor video drops every so often and this sounds silly, but it hypes me right back up again. Dirty Ern has a way with photos and videos, capturing moments that flood you with memories of your own adventures while enjoying clips of someone else’s. I’ve teared up with joy during almost all of the 16 episodes that have come out so far.

PLUG- if you haven’t subscribed to Coheed’s YouTube do that right now, CoheedTV is everything you love about Coheed DVDs but free and is also a comprehensive behind-the-scenes look into what tour life is like. There are still more episodes on the way.

The reality is though, that the joy of being a COTF never really stops coming, even when the post-show sadness tries to sink into my soul. This community is everlasting. The connection is always there, no matter the distance. There’s always something happening, someone talking, lives being lived under the precious veil of COTF life. (It’s not just a band after all, it’s a lifestyle) So while the post-Coheed funk comes hard and fast and devastating, it lifts quickly enough and you propel forward into the next big thing. For me, watching the next wave of excitement when the U.K. leg of the tour started was pretty epic. Following their heedtrips as they come together from so many different countries is amazing. But currently, that’s excitement that Coheed is returning to the Amory Wars storyline with their next album (YAY!), the knowledge that Josh is hard at work on a couple of different and very exciting musical endeavors (one of which I was lucky enough to hear a sample of and you people should be over the moon excited for it), and of course the upcoming Chonny and Clyde project. Not to mention, we’re still not quite halfway through the release of the long awaited Good Apollo comics, and each issue brings with it another wave of fun because this series is incredible and extremely well done. Truth be told there’s always something around the next corner with this band and their members, and that’s a big reason why I love being a fan of these people and their art.

It’s now been almost 3 months since Neverender in Atlanta. The tour has long since finished, SDCC has come and gone, and once more the quiet waiting has settled in. The lull. But today is my birthday, and I can’t even put into words how incredible it is to wake up to a flood of birthday greetings from literally all over the world. Close friends and acquaintances the same took time out of their days and lives to wish me well on my birthday and the gratitude and love I feel every single year takes my breath away. It doesn’t get old, it never fails to put the biggest smile on my face. In reality my birthday is just another day, but the hundreds of people that I’ve met, or will soon meet, or may never meet make this day special. It serves as a reminder that I have found my home in another place. I am a person with more to offer than the hundred jobs that fall under the stay-at-home-mom blanket title. It carries its own joy, but knowing that I still exist as a person apart from that is a gift because I have lost that before.

There isn’t another community in the entire universe I would rather be a part of than this one. I hold great pride in all of you, my friends who keep me going, who share my life with me and allow me to share in yours. Thank you with my whole heart, and thank you Coheed for doing what you do and caring about your fans and putting so much of your time and effort into making sure each move you make is bigger and better than the last. You boys are a rare gift, and your fans know that fully well with everything you do.

**Disclaimer: I wrote this a little at a time so my apologies for any errant or incoherent parts, or anything I may have left out. “Words don’t come with ease.”

Okay guys. I met Finn! And he really is the sweetest human. I gave him dinosaur legos and he had a huge smile on his face. Then I suddenly told him I was nervous lol. He said, “No need to be nervous, we’re all friends here.” And he signed my ticket and his picture and we took our photo. It all went so fast. The lady that was with him complimented me and my purse and everyone was just so nice. Then….after I thanked everyone and walked away, I started crying. I’m such a baby lol. I walked past all the Kurt Angle people and was balling. Everyone kept asking me if I was okay, I said no lmao. But it’s all good now. It was an amazing experience. I love Finn lol.


so here are some pics of my room since everyone always asks! sry that this so so long lol

here’s some stuff abt my room:

  • the framed posters in the first pic are all signed (except for the bottom left one). the frames also light up, but you can’t tell in this pic. i have 2 signed new politics psoter, 1 signed p!atd poster, one signed muse magazine w/ musos/concert tickets/etc, and a signed folie a deux vinyl+my pic with fall out boy. i also have a signed twenty one pilots poster and some signed tickets on my wall
  • also, above my amp i have david boyd’s (new politics) sweat towel from monumentour.
  • the posters in the second pic were both limited edition for the houston shows. the fob framed stuff is from when i met them during monumentour. i made the arctic monkeys jacket 
  • my guitars (left to right) are arabella (arctic monkeys), hysteria (muse), and jenny (walk the moon). i have two other guitars that aren’t in my room atm.
  • i have a lot of led lights on my walls which makes it look really cool at night, but you can’t see any of them in these pics since it’s so bright.
  • i have a lot of cacti, plants, and candles on my windowsill! i have my FOB meet and greet passes, san diego comic con badges, and a FOB light up stick hanging from my blinds.
So about the Dreamcar show

Y’all, so much happened. 

In bullet form for readability/it’s 1AM and I have work in the morning because I’m an adult.


I got there like 45 minutes after doors opened because my days of lining up mega early for shows are over.

  • That’s a lie
  • I just had to work til 5 and it was raining all day so I didn’t wanna sit outside anyway

So I walk into the venue, and??? It’s so empty??? Like what the fuck??? I went to the bathroom, which is wayyyyyyy at the back and in the basement, I hate getting to it during packed shows because you CAN’T MOVE. That venue is not safe and there are not enough exits BUT ANYWAY.

When I got back upstairs I went to the merch table and bought a tank top

  • Warning if you see Dreamcar: it fits weirdly small???
  • But I love it
  • Also they didn’t do that thing I hate when bands jack up prices by like $10 because of the conversion rate.
  • It’s $35 online and I paid $35CAD.
  • Joke’s on you that’s only like $20US
  • Help our dollar is a fucking joke

Then I went to the stage and despite the opening band staring imminently I was only two people from the front???


I mean, I don’t know if I would go seeking out their music but they were really fun and had fantastic energy. The lead singer kept making eye contact with people in the front and it was slightly awkward but also endearing as hell. I kept getting distracted during their set because I decided most of the rest of the band looked like other people

  • The keyboard player looked so much like Jamison Covington from JamisonParker
  • Does anyone remember them? They had like one album in maybe 2005 and I loved it
  • But it’s so emo
  • Listening to it now is like??? Was my world ever that dark? Damn son.
  • The drummer looks just like a dude I went to high school with and played in Concert Band with
  • But it is not.
  • That dude is a DJ now though
  • The percussionist lowkey reminded me of what’s his face from Cabin in the Woods… the stoner one. 
  • Cabin in the Woods is a great movie


I mean is it any surprise that they’re great live? All of them have been performing for so long so like… they know their shit. But there’s a lot happening all at once, it seems like. You’ll maybe see when I post my video of All Of The Dead Girls once it finishes uploading to YouTube. But I guess it’s partly because Tom, Adrian & Tony are so used to playing together but sometimes it’s like there’s their show happening and then there’s Davey being Davey around them and it is a lot.

  • Someone yelled “You’re good!” between songs and it got a good laugh out of Davey who was like, “I’m glad you think so???”
  • Like what an odd thing to say???
  • The other three have mastered the art of keeping Davey on topic
  • If he sounds like he’s about to go off on a tangent just start the next song it’s great
  • “If only that would work during interviews,” I’m sure Jade/Adam/Hunter is muttering to himself in the distance
  • They covered Don’t Change and it was amazing, I wanted to get a video of it but it was such a different (more upbeat) version I didn’t even clue in on time lmao
  • During the bridge of Kill For Candy, Davey and I shared a moment during the first “Let it dissolve on your tongue” and it was magical


It rained literally the entire day here, so when I walked out of the venue and it wasn’t raining anymore I thought, y’know what, I’m gonna stick around for a bit, try my luck meeting these dudes. But only until 11:00. That’s my cut-off. I’m a responsible adult.

  • This is a lie
  • It’s cute that I believed it though
  • Also it was still raining but it was a very fine mist so it wasn’t that bad
  • This is also a lie it was terrible and my hair went to shit

There were like 25 people waiting, at the peak of it. After about an hour, some people had left so there were maybe 20 or so. Not bad at all, right? About half of those were No Doubt faithful, who seemed to be a very tight-knit group who all knew each other from various No Doubt events and trips and stuff. They were super nice and – bonus! – most of them couldn’t be fucked about Davey. But we did talk about the show, how awesome it was, and the fact that Davey is secretly jacked was mentioned – not even by me!!! And most of them agreed that a) it should’ve been a longer set and b) they should’ve covered some No Doubt because Davey singing I’m Just A Girl would be delightful.

  • Somebody made the joke that the guys snuck out past all of us and were probably on the public transit bus that went by
  • “But then they’ll get to Sherbourne station and get shanked.”
  • If you know Toronto at all you know that’s probably true
  • If there was anywhere in this city where a repeat of “what are you gonna do about it, pink shoes?” was gonna go down it’s motherfucking Sherbourne St.

Finally at around 11:15 or so, security & tour management came out and set up a barricade by the bus, telling us all to line up in twos. Ok cool. We did. 

  • Tom came out first and the orderly line went to shit because he just like, walked right out to chat and take pictures and sign autographs. I was trying to stay near the barricade and missed him entirely. Oops. 
  • Tony came out next and did the same thing, but actually on my side. I got a picture with him and he signed my ticket.
  •  Adrian stayed by the barricade but was very chatty with people. I also got a picture and autograph from him.
  • All of them seemed to like, know some of the No Doubt die hards who were there and I think that’s so cool, they’ve always seemed like this huge, untouchable band to me but they’re so cool with their fans

All three of them got on the bus, and because of the No Doubt fans stepping back I was pretty much at the barricade. The tour manager came back and asked who we were still waiting for so of course were like, obviously Davey. So then came the new instructions:

  • Single file lineup please (I ended up third, so cool)
  • No photos
  • This is 900% ok I’ve seen my pictures with Adrian & Tony I know what I look like
  • I’ve been standing in the rain for two hours I look like I live in garbage and a family of raccoons have been living in my hair for the winter
  • No hugs either
  • Also fine because who honestly wants to hug a bunch of damp strangers???
  • Just a chat, an autograph, and keep the line moving
  • Awesome, we’re grown ups, we can do this
  • Oh shit now I have to think of something to say

So then Davey appears in that long hoodie/cloak… thing… which I SHOULD have asked where he got it because I love it but obviously I think of things to say after the fact, so whatever. He was really chatty and smiling at everyone and it was so nice. The first two conversations happened as I was trying not to awkwardly stare at Davey. I’m not gonna be the one who makes it weird.

  • This is also a lie
  • I don’t think I made it weird though

When it was my turn, he asked how I was and I said “amazing” because I was, and the teenage version of me fainted then and there, she was not at all prepared for this moment.

I might’ve rattled off something about how his music, whether AFI or Blaqk Audio or Dreamcar or any other project, has been such a big part of my life for almost half my life now, so thank you and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it

  • I don’t think that was weird
  • It was true, too
  • “Thank you, I hope that’s a good thing.”
  • I mean.
  • Obviously.
  • So I said it’s absolutely a good thing, thanked him again, and mentioned I would see him in like 3 weeks (!!!) for some AFI shows. 
  • ‘Cause y’know. He’ll remember.

And then I walked back to the subway and went home, 18-year-old me screaming internally.

tl;dr I saw Dreamcar, they were amazing, I finally met Davey Havok after 15 years.

anonymous asked:


Ahaha. Ok. 

I had JUST gotten into Ghost a few days before the concert, spontaneously bought a ticket, and went to the show with my dad and my brother. The venue we went to is an old theater in the area of downtown that has NO parking near it for buses. 

SO. After the show, I meet back up with my dad and brother and we go outside, buy some merch, and when we step out, the bus is RIGHT THERE. My dad and I kinda looked at each other and nodded, because my dad and I are of the same opinion - if we can meet the band, we’ll try. 

So we go over to the buses, and a crowd starts to form and we’re all talking about the show. Then, one of the female fans suddenly is yelling, “DO NOT TAKE OUT YOUR PHONES GUYS THEY WILL LEAVE IMMEDIATELY IF YOU TAKE OUT YOUR PHONE” which was kind of a big red flag for me. 

Until that point, I had naively thought they would come out in costume. 

So suddenly Alpha runs out, completely inconspicuous wearing a snap back baseball cap and short sleeves. He signs like 2 things and then runs back to the bus and never comes back out. Then Earth comes out, and Air, and Aether. They’re all right there and I’m getting them to sign my ticket. My dad is having them sign his shirt and his battle vest. So, Aether is RIGHT NEXT TO ME I could have reached out and stroked his face if I had wanted to - and my dad says to him, “So what kind of amps do you guys play - I love your sound!” and Aether kind of chuckles and goes “er, I don’t know!” and my dad’s like “What? Do you live feed in?” And Aether kind of smiles and goes “Sorry, I can’t say.” My dad is flummoxed and kind of upset but he lets it go. Air walks up to us and he grumbles how no one ever has markers for signing stuff so he goes back to the bus and he gets a pen and he comes back and he starts signing stuff. He jokes about signing my dad’s face at one point. Earth was super sweet and very eager, and I was stunned by how short he was, because he was pretty close to my height, and I’m REALLY short. 

Then Mist came out and she was beautiful and kind and VERY shy and you could tell that she really loved the experience and wanted to keep playing in the band. 

And then, after that whirlwind, suddenly security tells us “Alright you need to line up on the wall, single file” and I’m like “OH SHIT.” 

So we’re all lined up, probably 40 of us at this point, and I’m starting to panic because HOLY SHIT PAPA IS COMING. And my dad kind of cranes his head around and then he goes “holy shit there he is. He’s SHORT. And he has that total rockabilly look going” and I’m sitting there trying not to scream as I look over and THERE HE IS HOLY SHIT. 

He was wearing dark SKINNY - like SKIN TIGHT jeans and dark shoes, with a black leather jacket. His hair was slicked back, and he had just a little bit of stubble on his jaw. 

And I’m now having a nervous reaction, my heart is palpitating and I’m starting to sweat. 

My dad, the smart ass that he is, suddenly turns to me and goes, “You should thank him for the orgasm!” because at the end of the show, Papa gives a speech about the importance of the Female Orgasm, and having sex and doing it FOR SATAN. I immediately refuse because my nerves are freaking the fuck out and I don’t want to make an ass out of myself. 
So he grins and says “alright, I’ll do it.” 

So Papa comes down the line, and he gets to me, and I’m straight up FREAKING THE FUCK OUT at that point. So my brain just blanks out and I do something SO DUMB THAT I’M STILL UPSET ABOUT IT TO THIS DAY 

I ask him about his health. Because during the show, he had mentioned that he was sick. So he kind goes, “oh yeah, I’m getting ok,” and then I thank him for the show and I get him to sign my ticket and then I ask, “Can I hug you?” And he goes “Sure,” and he leans forward and I get THE BEST HUG OF MY LIFE FROM THIS MAN who is probably all of 6 inches taller than me. His jacket was cold, and he smelled amazing. 
And then he turned to my dad. 

So my dad thanks him for the show and then goes, “By the way, man, thanks for the Orgasm.” 

And his face just DROPS. You could tell the poor man was just… shocked. He kinda blinks and then goes, “Uh, I’m glad you had one,” and I’m giggling like a mad woman at this point because the nerves are going fucking NUTS right then and then my dad goes back to thanking him for the show and especially for the fact that Ghost came to OUR town, which NEVER gets good shows - like ever. We have a festival and that’s it. 

My brother had met Papa once before at that festival so my dad points to my brother and they talk about the festival that Ghost played at and he signs my dad and brother’s stuff and then we walk away. 

My dad turned to me, and goes, “That was my revenge for that guy stonewalling me about those damn amps!” 

He wouldn’t know till later that that was Aether. 

I also caught Papa’s cold. I had it for like a week and a half, and it’s the only time I’ve ever been ok with being sick. We cracked jokes for weeks about how I swapped germs with Papa.