Powerspace fucking sucks.
Like, they were one of my favorite bands EVER, and I left after ONE song.
BAD THINGS:
- My heels hurt like fuck from standing on them/tapping my foot for two hours.
- I wasted $15 on a ticket to see them, and $30 for my friends' [who didn't go] tickets.
- The girl I spit on jumped ON my feet about six times.
- I scuffed my awesome shoes [the converse with like seven signatures].
- This REALLY hairy guy stood in front of me, and I couldn't see anything for like ten minutes.
- I learned that Powerspace is a band full of fucking losers [for example: they spent like five minutes talking about leaving on the same street as the bands they were touring with, the same block as Kanye West, and having barbecues with them all].
- Simply listening to Powerspace made me want to 1. kick the girl in front of me really hard and 2. cry.
- I smell like cigarette smoke.
- People TOUCHED me.
- I tried to take pictures during the first song [they sucked, but I thought that maybe they'd get better and that I should just take pictures while I waited for them to NOT suck], and the fucking 11 year olds in front of me were all "LET'S HOLD OUR CAMERAS ON OUR HEADS AND TAKE PICTURES EVEN THOUGH WE'RE AT THE VERY FRONT!!!"
- I haven't been this mad at people in a really long time.
- I wasted $30 on a hoodie that I'll probably never wear, because Powerspace FUCKING SUCKS.
- Tom WHATEVER dyed his hair BLOND.
- Whenever a band came on, the 11 year olds would scream for the lead singer or the one they thought was "hott" and NONE of the other guys. It's a BAND, losers. IT'S ABOUT THE MUSIC.
- My tummy hurt and I honestly thought I was going to vomit about four times.
- While I was waiting for Powerspace to come on, I chewed on my water bottle until my mouth tasted like blood.
- The fucking 11 year olds constantly took pictures of each other and BLINDED THE HELL OUT OF ME.
- I wasted 2 hours and 45 minutes of my LIFE.
- I honestly just want to punch Alec CWHATEVERYOURNAMESUCKS in the face.
- I have one less poster on my wall.
BAD THINGS:
- My heels hurt like fuck from standing on them/tapping my foot for two hours.
- I wasted $15 on a ticket to see them, and $30 for my friends' [who didn't go] tickets.
- The girl I spit on jumped ON my feet about six times.
- I scuffed my awesome shoes [the converse with like seven signatures].
- This REALLY hairy guy stood in front of me, and I couldn't see anything for like ten minutes.
- I learned that Powerspace is a band full of fucking losers [for example: they spent like five minutes talking about leaving on the same street as the bands they were touring with, the same block as Kanye West, and having barbecues with them all].
- Simply listening to Powerspace made me want to 1. kick the girl in front of me really hard and 2. cry.
- I smell like cigarette smoke.
- People TOUCHED me.
- I tried to take pictures during the first song [they sucked, but I thought that maybe they'd get better and that I should just take pictures while I waited for them to NOT suck], and the fucking 11 year olds in front of me were all "LET'S HOLD OUR CAMERAS ON OUR HEADS AND TAKE PICTURES EVEN THOUGH WE'RE AT THE VERY FRONT!!!"
- I haven't been this mad at people in a really long time.
- I wasted $30 on a hoodie that I'll probably never wear, because Powerspace FUCKING SUCKS.
- Tom WHATEVER dyed his hair BLOND.
- Whenever a band came on, the 11 year olds would scream for the lead singer or the one they thought was "hott" and NONE of the other guys. It's a BAND, losers. IT'S ABOUT THE MUSIC.
- My tummy hurt and I honestly thought I was going to vomit about four times.
- While I was waiting for Powerspace to come on, I chewed on my water bottle until my mouth tasted like blood.
- The fucking 11 year olds constantly took pictures of each other and BLINDED THE HELL OUT OF ME.
- I wasted 2 hours and 45 minutes of my LIFE.
- I honestly just want to punch Alec CWHATEVERYOURNAMESUCKS in the face.
- I have one less poster on my wall.
- I'm SWEATY.
GOOD THINGS:
- Their merch guy/tour manager was nice, and he was wearing a This Providence T-shirt.
- The hoodie I spent 30 fucking dollars on is cool looking.
- I was introduced to/saw Fairview.
- I got to yell at a girl that hit a woman with a water bottle. ["HEY BITCH, YOU HIT A LADY. I MEAN, LIKE, AN ADULT. NOT COOL. NOT COOL."]
- I got to spit on a girl that was friends with the girl that hit the lady with a water bottle.
- I took two pictures of the REALLY hairy guy, and he moved.
- I got to growl at a guy because he took my spot.
Now that I've deleted Powerspace from my iTunes, my favorite bands section on Facebook, my favorite bands section on YouTube, my favorite bands section on absolutepunk, thrown my phone at the wall, thrown the fucking $30 hoodie at the hangers in my closet, and torn up my ticket and my wristband, I'm contemplating selling The Kicks of Passion back to Brent.
Hopefully he'll take such a sucky CD back.
I doubt it. It's just too filled with SUCK.
