I have an extreme case of random post-concert depression from Dirty Work.
I swear, that was one of the most amazing nights. Honestly, I was never someone to hit up every show that came within an hour of me. I mean, I’m pretty young and just now getting into really going to all the shows I can. The feeling of being in a crowd of sweaty, tired people singing their hearts out to the songs that have defined them is amazing. It’s something I would do every week if I could. Seeing people who have never met me and probably will never meet me singing the songs that have helped me through so much is something everyone should know and experience. I love it.
“This next song goes out to anybody who has been told the way they think or the way they feel is the wrong way to think or the wrong way to feel. Anybody who has felt betrayed by their friends or their family, always be yourselves no matter what.”
“This is for anybody who has been afraid to stand up for themselves for who they are and who their friends are. There is no room in the world for intolerance people. It’s 2011, lets grow the fuck up.”
“This goes out to anyone who feels alone, this goes out to anyone who feels they need help. Remember to always be who you are, you are the fucking shit. No one can change that. Don’t let them.”
“Anybody who has ever been made to doubt themselves about anything in their lives by anybody else. Do not let anyone convince you otherwise of who you are, ok? It’s something that happens all the time and it’s fucked up.”
“Be yourselves and fuck everything else, alright?”
“Believe whatever you wanna believe, love whoever you wanna love, fucking dance whenever you wanna dance.”
“This goes out to anyone who feels alone, anybody who feels betrayed, anybody who doesn’t feel comfortable in there own skin because of the people around them. Be who you are no matter what. I swear to god, you are the most fucking beautiful people.”
“You are the most important person in the world.”
“Always be who you are…..Do not ever let anybody change you.”
If I was brave, I would have insanely choppy, freakishly colorful hair. I’d wear crazy things and not care, I’d graffiti everything, I’d have a lip piercing. If I were brave I’d change my name, run away, and live in concert halls and old venues.