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8.4.2000, PST
12:12 AM Pack green bowling bag and purse: wallet (w/fan club card, becuase it has so many uses), bracelets, flipbook, chapsticks, quote book (WHERE IS IT?), mirror, pens (unibal vision fine point, asst'd colours. purple is the sacred Tony one), post-it notes, granola bar, hairbrush, extra Eve 6 shirt, Flowers in the Dustbin, Frankenstein, Lost Souls, green tea body spray, portable CD player, CDs; Eleventeen, Eve 6, Horrorscope, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Doolittle, Nevermind, Bleach, In Utero, Incesticide, The Go Go's Collection, Hang Ups, Where is My Mind?.
12:17 AM After five minutes of that, I shall brush my teeth and hair and get to bed. Set alarm for 7:45 am.
12:32 AM Yay, I found my MP3 player and quote book. Put them in bag. Goodnight! (till 7:45!)
6:39 AM My left arm is asleep. Obviously, the rest of me is awake.
7:45 AM I can get up now. :)
7:49 AM I suppose I SHOULD get up. . .
8:25 AM You don't care (shouldn't?) about my morning stuff (or the rest of this?), but I showered and picked off my henna. So my hand has my cute little Eve 6 design on it. . .
9:08 AM Make a cup of tea. My grandparents, my ride, were supposed to be here at nine.
9:15 AM Go outside to wait for ride
9:29 AM Ride comes! Woo hoo!
9:30 AM Depart house, already a half hour late
9:48 AM Get on I5 heading N
9:55 AM Begin playing Eleventeen.
10:15 AM Begin Eve 6
10:55 AM Begin Horrorscope, to Mt. Vernon for gas
11:15 AM Back on I5 N11:25 AM Start reading Frankenstein
11:35 AM Begin Bleach
12:00 PM In line for customs
12:13 PM I've seen two cars of people probably going to Summersault. One has a sticker for A Perfect Circle on it, and the other has a bunch of radio station stickers and loud music blasting.
12:25 PM Through customs, cute customs guy. . . I5 turns into 99 and we are in Canada. Surrey. Yay.
12:30 PM Stop reading Frankenstein, turn off Bleach after 1 1/2 plays (stupid CD player), turn on Nevermind.
12:35 PM Cows. Lts of cows.
12:42 PM Tunnel under Frasier River
12:50 PM Freeway ends, entering Vancouver. Bridge over Frasier River, though we aren't going in circles.
12:51 PM Right onto Marine Dr. E.
12:54 PM Left onto Cambie St.
12:57 PM Pause at Oakridge Centre
1:12 PM Back out to Cambie
1:25 PM I can see the venue. It has a roof. BC place. We thought it was outside. Look at all the people.
1:26 PM "Look at all the people."--My grandfather.
1:30 PM We have our tickets at Will Call, so my mother will go get them.
1:35 PM My mum comes back, telling us she has to go somewhere else to get the tix. I go with her, nobody has any idea who Eve 6 is. We go towards the gate, where Will Call should be, and there are guys with signs--"Go back: this is the FRONT OF THE LINE. Eh." So we ignored them. I heard "This wouldn't happen in the states. Things aren't like this in America." The security man said that they weren't letting people in, even for Will Call, until two. We went back to the car.
1:40 PM Through all my protests, my mother decides to go and ask the stupid security man who knows NOTHING about the show about the schedule, so that us coming back later (fourish) won't affect me seeing the wonderous Eve 6. We're talking to the guy (who knows nothing about the schedule) again when suddenly there's a big movement of people to line up by the barriers. We scurried and managed to be first in one of the ten lines, among some people who had ridden the bus up from California and gotten there at 9:00 (but not Eve 6, I wasn't THAT lucky). We waited fifteen more minutes and scrambled for Will Call. We were first in line THERE too.
2:00 PM But they weren't ready for us. So we waitef, got our tix.
2:15 PM We returned to the car, to eat lunch and get ice creame. And a disposable camera, which people were ok with. We want to be back at four.
3:40 PM We're stuck in traffic. I have this sinking feeling in my stoumach. . . (sigh)
3:45 PM The store they were looking for is bankrupt, so back to the stadium! We nmight be on time!
3:50 PM Pause to get a camera
3:55 PM Enter building! Woo hoo!
****No more times from here on. . . I'm covering this AFTER the fact.****
We entered, oriented ourselves, still amazed that the event was inside. BC Place is the local stadium. Canada. Hockey rink, eh? Cement floor, weird roof that let in the light and killed the mood, rather.
As we came in, nobody was playing or anything, but Finger Eleven started soon. We wandered around, saw people with magazines. Trying to figure out whence the magazines were coming, a man incoherently mumbled something about Chart, but then some girls pointed to the Chart booth. So we went and got the program things (I got a bunch), and wandered on our merry way. After Finger Eleven came treble charger. Though the schedule was screwed up, I went over to the stage I shought Eve was gonna be on. I saw Sasha, felt a lot better, and hugged the rail. There were a couple of nice people--Nichole!, and a girl who "[loved] treble charger but missed Eve 6 last time they were [there]." She had lyrics memorized, but hadn't gotten Horrorscope yet.
treble charger was unextrordinary. Eve 6 came on and started their set. Actually, Jon, Gabe and Tony came on and started playing ORS. Max wandered along later after a couple of false starts (two, yeah, a couple) with a beer in his hand.
Then came the singing, and the crowd surfing. The crowd at this show was much more into the moshing and surfing than normal Eve 6 fans, I had so much of my hair pulled out and got kicked in the head six times, I believe. I was shoved into the rail so hard, if I'd been Britney Spears I would've popped something. But it was fun. The security guys were really nice. The second song was Rescue. . . . There was no intro to that, but near the beginning something screwed up with Jon and he had to turn around and fix something. Or something. The next song was Showerhead, and we didn't get the "you don't know anything about that," probably because the average fan age was older than at the normal shows. After Showerhead was Promise, he had everybody sing along. . . And then Leavin' On A Jetplane! Woo hoo! Strange thing, or not, their intro for that was the same as in the '99 tour. . .
MC-We wrote this song.
JS-No we didn't.
MC-We didn't write those other songs--
TF---Those were covers.
MC-They were written for us by the producers of the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync.
TF-THIS is an original.
After LJ, they played On the Roof Again, which Max intro'd by doing the story behind it, which we all know so well by now. Then was Inside Out-- The "Canadian Version," Inside Oot, which got a lot of response from the crowd. Negative response. :) But I cheered. Becuase I'm not from Canada, I drove up from Washington. Which you knew if you read the thing at the beginning which you probably didn't. That was the last song, though. Everybody hurried over to see the Deftones, except for me. I spent the next, say, fifteen minutes, trying to get the setlist. I asked the security guy, he jumped up and saw it. . . "No." Then one of the roadies, "It's taped down." So I waited until the guy who was putting the Catherine Wheel one down came, then I had him throw it to me. They were supposed to play Superhero Girl (duh! didn't they say that was their favourite song to play in concert?), but I suppose they were in a specific timeframe. I hope they rewrite the setlist, so that they can play it. . . Because it's always good.
After Eve 6, things slowed down for me. . . I got cold stuff to eat and sat down. :) My mother loathes the Deftones, so that was fun. After them came Catherine Wheel, which I whought was really boring, and nobody crowd-surfed to them. I don't know why I saw them boring, there just wasn't anything interesting to me. After them was the wonderous Foo Fighters, we left near the end of their set.
As we were walking out, there was a boy with an Eve 6 sticker, and a tattoo on his cheek. I got about ten feet away from, twenty mebbe, did a doubletake and ran to ask where he got it. He and his mum said something about an autograph place, and I wandered away confused. Thinking we'd missed something, I dragged my mother around the stadium, until we found a booth with a guy and some stickers. :) He had Foo Fighter ones, but there was a poster plastered with them, so I asked him for one. He gave me one, mentioning that they were his favourite band (woo hoo!), and said he'd never seen my tee shirt before. I told him it was the fan club tee shirt, and he said he liked it because it was simple. I mentioned that I thought they were trying to go with the X-Files thing, and he goes "Oh, yeah!" and rewarded me with another sticker and a tattoo. :) Meanwhile, my mother was on the other side, stealing stickers and tattoos from the table. The guy caught her, slapped her wrist "That's not the way to do it!" but he let her keep the stuff, gave her another one of each. So that was cool, I have a bunch of knifty stuff.