Cultural Opportunity: Concert

For this cultural opportunity I am focusing on a Concert I went to in Northern Illinois. I went to Mad Maggie’s music parlor in Elgin, Illinois. Performing there was Haste the Day, Story of the Year, and The Devil Wears Prada was the headlining act. We drove just about three hours just to see Haste the Day because they are my favorite band and they are pretty much the greatest thing to happen ever. We got to the venue about a half hour before they went on stage and fought our way to the center of it. When they started to play the crowd Erupted and bodies flew everywhere but I didn’t jump into the pit because I was entranced by the band onstage. After their show ended I walked outside to go put something in the car and the entire band was just standing outside so I got to stand there and talk to them, at which point I texted Cole and told him to get his ass outside. After we talked with them for awhile we went back inside to catch the last of Story of the Year’s set and get a good spot for the much anticipated The Devil Wears Prada. As TDWP show went on I was spotted at the stage, the moshpits, anywhere that action was and getting myself all beat up and sweaty. It was an amazing show and a very tired ride home.



Danger Wildman-The Devil Wears Prada
I KNOW A GHOST,
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance.
Vanity is a sepulcher,
Do as you please, shame will follow.
Languages rot and insects lose interest,
Mountains of plastic: Melting away.
As long as these struggles are aimless,
We will all be standing still.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
Collect the leaves,
Count them,
Name them,
Study each and every single one of them.
As long as these struggles are aimless,
We will all be standing still.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
All mistakes can be marked by borders,
All of love can be traced to a maker.
It seems as if what is most important,
Isn't noticed when forgotten.
Do as you please, shame will follow.
The sun and the moon,
You'll always take them for granted.
What's delicate is lost.
As the selfish forgot what is sacred,
The humble forget themselves.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears

Big Wiggly Style-The Devil Wears Prada
Condemned,
My regret is not writing more for you, lord.
As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable,
Look to the sky.
Encourage the elements of god,
Rather than the jars that contain them.
If only the ingredients of man were of such elements.
If only.
With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others.
All lives off the lust and misfortune of others,
This is vision, not contradiction.
I see greed in the face of a priest,
And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals.
What was right, now wrong,
Casts a cold reflection on glory,
Look to the sky.

Chorus of Angels-Haste the Day
Chorus of Angels
Destroy my silence
That haunts me
That claims me
While darkness walks beside me
I saw the Angels sing along to wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Their voices will rise to test the strength of man
Wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Wake up
wake up now, wake up now (ambient)

We will see the fire
We will see The skies will open up
The sky will open
The clouds will burn red and our sins will forget us
Our sins will forget us
And time will not shake us
Our hearts are made of gold
Made of gold
These walls won't over take us
These walls won't over take us
Over take us

I saw the Angels sing along to wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Their voices will rise to test the strength of man
Wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Wake up

We will see the fire
We will see
The skies will open up
The sky will open
The clouds will burn red and our sins will forget us
Our sins will forget us
And time will not shake us
Our hearts are made of gold
Made of gold
These walls won't over take us
These walls won't over take us
Over take us

I saw the Angels sing along to wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Beautiful sleeping world
Their voices will rise to test the strength of man
Wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Wake up

Chorus of Angels
Destroy my silence
That haunts me
That claims me
While darkness walks beside me


I saw the Angels sing along to wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Chorus of Angels, wake me, wake me
I saw the Angels sing, wake up the beautiful sleeping world
Wake up, lay the foundations, the foundations of the earth, of the earth

The Last Goodbye-Haste the Day
This is the last of all the last times
My dear, no more
Where's the comfort?, where's the end?

This is the last time
This is the last goodbye
You say that you're not sure
But I think you feel the same
Over and over we try to work this out
All this time all I wanted was you
All I want is you

Mad Man-Haste the Day

You said it yourself. To convalesce from empty sorrow, someone had to squeal. To drive to the bottom. You said I know. I know it's not your fault. Like wire around your bones you would never numb. I take it I'm a mad man, but I would never squeal. I never said it was no good.

The innocent will rest in the peace they've been given. Paintings will sleep on the floor. Build walls of lonely dreams as beauty fades. I can't take this anymore.

Lock yourself up like a bird in a cage. You sing but no one ever listens. How much were you paid to sell out the mad man? Like a scientist or a master of design. I knew exactly what I was doing. And I heard of your disease, and shots of penicillin barely kept you alive.

The innocent will rest in the peace they've been given. Paintings will sleep on the floor. Build walls of lonely dreams as beauty fades. I can't take this anymore.

I am the clone. I dwell in silence. (4x)

The innocent will rest in the peace they've been given. Paintings will sleep on the floor. Build walls of lonely dreams as beauty fades. I can't take this anymo