Well I'm finally home for my Easter Holidays, here in good ole Kent! It appears, however, that I have not left the bad weather behind and Storm Katie (as they have named 'her') has followed me home. But more on that later as I would like to detail my Saturday first.
It was indeed a busy day what with getting my hands on some foreign monies, doing my laundry, vacuuming my room, writing my 300-word intro, getting some dinner, then happy-dancing round my room for a bit before getting ready for the Puddle of Mudd gig (which I shall briefly outline her, though I intend to be a little more in-depth on my music blog).
The venue itself was quite small, surprisingly, but I didn't have long to wait for The Fallen State to appear and begin their set. There was some low-level dancing happening right in front of the stage, courtesy of a girl with pink hair (who stole the musicians' attention all night), but it was never anything crazy - at least not until later. Their specific type of sound was hard to pin down: a little bit Rise Against, a little bit Young Guns (their Facebook page lists their favourite bands as including Shinedown and Daughtry which I can see). However I ended up being the fortunate [sole] winner of a free t-shirt and EP after they asked us all to tag ourselves in a group shot taken after their set - and some very friendly lads they are too.
The second support band was Unzucht, all the way from Germany and commanding a rather eerie but spellbinding presence, a little like Rammstein but more melodic (though no less heavy). The eerie came courtesy of the band's two additional 'atmospheric' vocalists, I'd like to call them, but it was indeed the lead vocalist who stole my eyes, like a German Ville Valo with his charisma, curly hair (and beanie). I don't think Ville would have had the balls to crowdsurf though - which this guy did!
Finally, having reluctantly let Unzucht go, Puddle of Mudd made their way on stage, and from the word 'go', I could tell this wasn't going to end well as frontman Wes Scantlin appeared drunk/high, disappearing mid-set, drinking on-stage (which included passing an almost empty bottle of Southern Comfort into the audience...) and making virtually no sense apart from when he was singing (itself a miracle that he even remembered the words). Towards the end, they disappeared for a long while after microphone issues before Wes stumbled back on and finished the show, but it was a genuine wash-out (and not the first on their tour either - look - I'm not sure why they didn't just cancel the tour...)
To add further insult, my hopes of catching a cab home were dashed as no cabs were 'in my area' for 40 minutes! Needles to say, I observed the steadily worsening condition of Plymouth's nightlife as I walked back.
As to today, there wasn't much to be done apart from prepping myself with last minute packing and checks to ensure I'd turned off all plugs and radiators, emptied my bin and cleared my floor before locking up and heading out. Only when I reached the station did I remember my slowly browning banana which I had intended to use in a sandwich (or eat before I left) and which was now still sitting in my cupboard to molder for three weeks. This led me to frantically message my halls Residence Assistant in the hopes that she was still around to fix my mistake (which luckily she was) so I could continue my 3 1/2 hour journey home colouring with a calm mind, interrupted only by the irritation of children being children...*sighs*
I did, however, realise [too late] that I'd been going through ticket barriers all wrong what with my immense load of luggage, which could be made easier by using the disabled gate, thereby preventing another ticket barrier tumble (like the one I suffered on my return from Christmas break). Observing this, I felt so much more in control and arrived home in good time. Sure feels good to be back, but it's not long until I'm off to Cervinia for skiing, snow and sweet times with my boyfriend! I'll probably see you then, if not before.
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