Somewhere weakness is a strength, and I'll die searching for it. I can't let myself regret such selfishness.

After whining about the show's negative consequences in my last post, I felt compelled to compile a post from the fucking fraktastic Jack's Mannequin/Paramore show in The Park last week. So the headliners' setlists (sorry Phantom Planet and Paper Route...barely got there in time to hear "California"...which sucked without Schwartzman and that guitarist.) and a few waaaaay-distant photos I took with my phone are after the link, which I feel dumb calling a jump cause I'm not in the biz...whatever biz's jargon that even is. Perhaps the blogging business? Am I in that with this little black hole at the end of the internet?



Jack's Mannequin played:
I'm Ready
Bruised
Kill the Messenger
Dark Blue
La La Lie
The Resolution (new single)
The Mixed Tape
and Made For Each Other

They sounded great, and had a ton of support from the obviously rather enormous crowd, which surprised me a little given the Z100 signs everywhere. But Paramore were much greater, even while playing a set list very, very similar to the one I saw them play while supporting Jimmy Eat World a couple months back. Maybe I'm just a tool who loves them, but I can't get over how much more energy Hayley manages to bring to live shows than the already substantial amount she brings to her albums. Rock the fuck on, young lady. Their setlist:

Born for This
That's What You Get
Here We Go Again
Fences
Crush Crush Crush (which they've rearranged quite nicely this tour, though eliminating the Flo Rida moment which made my life worth living. Long as it didn't die in vain. Also...dude's name is FloRida...how is that not hysterical?)
Let the Flames Begin
When it Rains
My Heart
Decoy
Pressure
For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic

-- (two dashes for the shortest and least announced encore departure ever)
We Are Broken
Emergency
Hallelujah(like, the one that's not a Paramore song) into Hallelujah (the one that is)
and of course Misery Business, which really fuckin made the sizable tween girl crowd squeal...but alas still makes me do the same. All in all a really awesome show, and one I'm sorry to have bitched about earlier. But seriously, my leg is a joke. If anyone asks I might even post a picture of the scab situation or even the band aid situation i got goin on right now. But of course the comments-only rule applies. Oh and to my one commenter ever, Chris, sorry I never got back to you dude, right after you commented, literally like that day, I went on vacation for a week with all my friends from UHall, and it totally slipped my mind on my return. I will be better at returning any and all future comments. Someone be listening.