This was undeniably the most incredible night of my life and I don’t think ANYTHING will ever live up to it. I was awake for 21+ hours, exhausted, and still haven’t found my voice. It felt like such a dream (because it literally was my dream come true) that all day today the reality of it sinking in has put me on the verge of tears in public places. I can’t express my feelings or gratitude enough. This is a pretty good write up, though, for sure. I wish it didn’t have to end. Hugging Chris as tight as I did at the end of the night and telling him that it was in fact the best night of my life was the only true way to end it.
by Adrienne Fisher, edited by Jesse Richman
I have no idea how I got into last night’s secret Saves the Day show. In fact, I’m pretty sure no one else who was there knows how they got in, either.
The gig’s been on the books for a while. Hosted by JadedPunk.com and billed as an Iron Chic / Banquets / Chumped gig with a SUPER SECRET SPECIAL COOL GUEST HEADLINER, no one publicly spilled the beans until the day of the show. But the clues were hidden in plain view: a suspicious Twitter correspondence between promoter Dan Ozzi and singer Chris Conley; a flyer for the show boasting the exact same color scheme and font as the artwork of Through Being Cool; a “St. Vitus” tag appended to a post on Vice hosting a stream of Saves The Day’s new record; and, of course, the timing — the Saint Vitus gig was conveniently scheduled the same night that Saves was in town, playing the Music Hall of Williamsburg just down the road.
Pretty good at picking up the breadcrumbs, right? Well, everyone else must have been patting themselves on the back for their detective work too, because yesterday afternoon, the moment RSVPs went up for the show with the still-unnamed headliner, Ticketfly crashed. And. Fucking. Burned. And after less than five minutes, the ashes breezed away with the wind, to reveal that there were absolutely no RSVP spots left. And not a single person on the Internet (okay, on Twitter) was bragging about having secured these elusive RSVPs. Yet by11:45pm the room was packed out with people trading stories about how their cousin knew the door guy, or how they lined up despite repeated warnings that they’d be turned away, or how they happened to RSVP for the show in a 5 minute window in which tickets were accidentally made available 3 weeks ago or something. Like I said, no one actually knows how or why they got in…they just kinda did.
Whatever. You don’t really care about the logistics, right? Saves The Day rolled in and took over and did every single possible thing that any die-hard Saves fan would have…well…died to see. First order of business: shots. And sharing cans of Tecate with the crowd. Check. Next order of business: Through Being Cool, in its entirety, with a weightless Conley fronting the show — he chose to go, like, really really early 2000’s old school and run about guitar-less, thrusting his mic into the face of every last person in the room (just barely an exaggeration). Not like anyone was complaining. The scene inside Vitus (which, by the way, has a capacity of ~250) was basically what you would picture a demented punk circus to be. Beer spiraling into the air. Drunk, clueless girls half dancing, half swaying on the outskirts of the stage. Some dude with really long hair headbanging like he was watching Slayer, and another dude who kept apprehending the mic to scream like he was in Atreyu. Guitarist Arun Bali parading around in a fedora he somehow acquired. Conley doing all of “All-Star Me” buried somewhere within the crowd. Kids launching themselves into stage dives and peeling off the walls and generally creating the most ridiculous pandemonium that I, personally, have ever witnessed at a not-hardcore show. To say the least, it was a incredible sight to see.