Monday night I experienced my first ever Fall Out Boy show. After worshiping them since age 12, it was the ultimate throwback of awesomeness. I love them now, possibly even more than I did back then, and now I can officially proclaim to the world that Pete Wentz and I were in the same vicinity.
Here’s some visual proof:
And here are some other things that will definitely happen at a FOB concert:
- You will see a lot of people in heavy eyeliner.
- And a lot of teens. And you’ll want to tell them that you remember the original FOB back when Pete was the one who wore the eyeliner and Patrick wore that funny little hat.
- You’ll wonder how two annoying scream bands got the opening slots for arguably the biggest pop-punk band of our time.
- But then the dudes will finally come out to start their set and Patrick will sing so brilliantly perfect live that you’ll have to remind yourself that you’re not sitting in your middle school bedroom listening to them after school like you used to. (I’m saying that he’s THAT GOOD live.)
- You’ll also learn that Andy’s entire body really is covered in tattoos. And he doesn’t wear shoes when he plays.
- The guys will want to take a selfie with the entire crowd after their first few songs. That pictures is then available for you to buy in the form of a T-shirt on their website or some nonsense like that. Something that would have never happened back in 2007.
- You’ll be glad Joe got a haircut probably some time in the last month. Something about a short-haired Joe just feels a little better, you know?
- Sometimes your mind will wonder back to 2009 when the band went on “hiatus” and you thought your life was ending. Then they’ll play something like “This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race” and you’ll feel better.
- When they play a song or two from “Folie à Deux” you’ll want to yell out over the crowd to them that you always thought the album was great and was never on the haters’ side.
- There is a scary intensity to which you can still remember every single damn word to “Dance, Dance.”
- On the other hand, you’ll quickly realize you still haven’t nailed “Sugar, We’re Goin Down.”
- When the fancy cameras that show you nice zoomed in shots of the crowd and stage zoom in on Andy playing his drums, he will just stare straight into the camera. And your soul.
- There will be a nice slow down in the middle (well, as slow as it gets for FOB). Patrick will play the piano and you’ll get a glimpse of his wedding ring. And you’ll wonder out loud to your friends if he serenades his probably really cool wife every damn day and night.
14. Also, when Patrick sings “Save Rock and Roll” he will do a fabulous Elton John impression because obviously Elton would never be caught dead at a FOB concert.
15. Two things will make you cry (and yes, I did tear up). One, when they perform “Hum Hallelujah” and Pete just strums his bass like the hero/survivor that inspired all of your high school life and beyond.
16. And two, when Patrick tells the story of how they used to tour a lot in the Midwest being from Chicago. He’ll say they’re going to play a really old song and when he starts to sing “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” you’ll have no other choice but to scream along.
17. Of course, because the arena is full of teens who never knew the “Take This to Your Grave” era, they won’t be singing along. It will make you feel old, but also oddly at peace with your nostalgia.
18. Peter will give a rousing speech about dunking basketballs or something, but he really just means to tell you that there are good days and bad days and your good day is right around the corner.
19. People will leave before the encore because they’re crazy and I still don’t get that. They’ll miss “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark,” but they’ll also miss the classic FOB closer “Saturday.” And that’s the true shame.
20. You’ll go home after wondering how you ever survived all these years without seeing your boys live. Then you’ll take five days to write this blog because you were having trouble processing everything.
God bless pop-punk, and God bless Fall Out Boy.