It was a concert eight years in the making. I've been a Linkin Park fan since I was twelve and I finally got to see them live. To be honest, I wasn't a huge fan of their last two albums. Both Minutes to Midnight and A Thousand Suns had a handful of good songs, but for the most part, I found myself missing the older material. Harder hitting songs like One Step Closer, In The End, Faint, and Breaking The Habit.
I would have been happy with whatever set list they put together, though, just because I knew they would rock it. So I was pleasantly surprised when they left out pretty much every song I didn't particularly care for and played all of my favorites (except Somewhere I Belong, which I personally thought had a place in there somewhere, but oh well). :)
It was nice to see that Chester's voice had come back. I was a little worried there because they had canceled a few shows before their Phoenix date. In any event, fantastic show. The highlight was when Mike Shinoda jumped off stage and sat on someone's shoulders for a whole song. xD
The light rail ride back to Sam's apartment was a little... weird. The car was packed way over capacity and we were in it for an hour. Or, more appropriately, the remainder of February because it was literally 11:59PM when we finally got out.
Good night, all in all. I'm gonna be heading back home soon. Can't wait to be back in my own bed without a white fuzzball curling up on top of my head when I try to sleep...
Why does it feel like night today? Something in here's not right today. Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left. I don't know what stressed me first, or how the pressure was fed, but I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.
Listening to: Papercut - Linkin Park
