Fanfiction by Elucreh

I've always felt incredibly guilty that I got very, very ill in May and never really reviewed the Gold Motel show I went to in New Jersey properly, so I'm going to write up a quick little review of the one I went to tonight because ALL PUBLICITY IS GOOD PUBLICITY, and we MUST SUPPORT THE ARTISTS!!!! (There. Moralising over. Promise.)


EASILY the oldest non-parent there. By a good seven or eight years. *sigh*


A band called Now, Now were the very first openers, and they were...well. Adorable, in a "OMG baby scenesters" in much the same tone as one might say "OMG puppies!" kind of way. They couldn't really enunciate, so I have no idea what they were singing about, their hair was so scene I could identify it, and their levels were screwed to all hell. They were fronted by a girl who was...okay, picture a female Mikey Way, circa Summer of Like. Now let her front the band. Both the other guitarist and the drummer had considerably more stage presence, so I...couldn't really tell you why she was the one who was doing most of the talking, but...okay, then!


Then GM came out to soundcheck, and damn, friends, the backing vocalist has pipes. As much I as I adore and wish to revel in Greta's voice forever and ever amen, I would in no way object to his singing more than just backup, it's a fabulous sound. Greta managed to rile up the crowd while soundchecking, and by the time we burst into the opening song they were already nicely warmed up. People, even the people who were mostly standing around trying to be too cool for the openers, were moving to the MUSIC, which was SO FUCKING AWESOME OMG.

I know I am a zillion times over prejudiced, but I LOVE THIS MUSIC, okay, and seeing it live is AMAZING.

Also I think the guy standing next to me in the crowd fell in love with Greta. I was so grown-up, I didn't even say, "Get in line, pal."



We went out and small-talked with Greta for about thirty seconds after the set, but both Talkative and I had early work and long days ahead of us, so we didn't stick around for Hellogoodbye or Jukebox Ghost (Ghost Jukebox?). I had seen what I was there to see, after all. ^_^


But, to sum up: IF THEY EVER COME WITHIN TWO HUNDRED MILES OF YOU, GO SEE GOLD MOTEL IN CONCERT. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT EVEN A LITTLE, BECAUSE THEY ARE SUPREMELY AWESOME.


I am still a little high on that concert, man oh man.

danacias asked me to ramble about Greta in the association meme. So.

Greta

I mean, seriously, oh my god, Greta.

Greta knows sign language. Greta plays fourteen bajillion instruments and still wants to learn violin! Greta plays the drums. (I never knew this was a kink of mine until I tumbled into bandom.) Greta simultaneously toured in a van with three boys and went to college. Greta recommends that her fans read poetry!

Nothing fazes her. People suggest she have Patrick's babies? Overexcited breathless fans ask her to wave to Australia while desperately trying not let their eyes wander to her cleavage? She does not blink an eye. She smiles and pretends that sane people are talking to her. *coughthatcleavagethingwastotallynotmecough*

And, I mean, her voice. Her vooooooice. I mostly just want to roll around in it. Possibly unclothed.

Oh my god, Greta.

Okay, you wanted limitless rambling, (besides, one of my non-bandom friends keeps asking me about her) so: ( I totally made an entire picspam on how awesome Greta is. )