Coheed at the Warfield
In a word: Awesome! In two: Fucking Awesome! Yesterday, my friends Alex, Trung, and I went to see the Coheed and Cambria concert at the SF Warfield. It was my first concert and it looked to be pretty awesome. Except, it started off a little shaky because as we got to where we were going, I realized that I had to piss. Unfortunately, the doors didn’t open for another half-hour. So, I was stuck in line trying my best to stay in control. I made it. After a trip to the men’s, we got in line to buy merch, I decided to get a T-shirt with a big blue dragonfly (which we later discovered to be some sort of robot/space ship) with tour dates on the back. Alex got an awesome (though over-priced) Keywork belt buckle
Trung was going to get a hot pink shir t(I forget what was on it). So, Alex got his buckle and Trung and I got our shirts. I put mine on over my shirt, little tight, but then that’s cause I was wearing two shirts. Trung put his on and it was too small. Now, my first thought was that it looks like he got a girls shirt because not only is it hot pink, but it also looks like it’s got that curved inward at the middle shape you sometimes see…on girls. Trung insisted it was just too small, so he exchanged it for a large. This too was too small. We decided that it was in fact a girl’s shirt. So he exchanged it again for a different style. Too small, exchanged for a large. Still too small; the tag has the word “girl” on it. Then he exchanged it for a large of a different shirt. Now, it was too big. So he got a medium and finally he was satisfied…Trung fails. The opening band (Fall of Troy) was okay. The music itself was good, but the lyrics were pretty much the singer screaming shit into the mic. Also, at one point the singer hawked a giant loogy, spit it up in the air and then caught it in his mouth…definitely could have gone without seeing that; at another point he started spitting into his hand and I was afraid he was going to throw it at the audience, but instead he just threw it on stage. Unfortunately, a mosh pit opened up right next to where we were standing, so I spent most of the first set with my right arm up for protection. The second band was good as well. The members all appeared to be in their late 30’s/early 40’s and they played a southernish rock (with much better vocals). [I just spaced out for about, oh, an hour] Again, a mosh pit broke out near us, which wasn’t really that fun. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the back curtain went up to reveal a little city (Jersey maybe?). At that moment, the audience on the floor turned to a can of sardines and remained so for the rest of the show; the one good thing was that it made it harder to fall over. But man, Coheed was fucking awesome, opened with “No World for Tomorrow” and played “Welcome Home” and “The Final Cut” as an encore.
Best parts: Claudio “shooting” us with his guitar, Claudio playing behind his head, Claudio playing with his tongue (I assume hi tongue, couldn’t really see), and the 5 minute (at least) drum solo during “The Final Cut.” SO…FUCKING…AWESOME!
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