I feel like this is the only place on the whole wide tinterweb where I can share my story and actually feel good about doing so.
Anyway, the first time I saw the four most beautiful boys in the world was in 2009 in Birmingham, a couple months after Humbug had been released. I must of been 14 or 15, can’t be bothered to work it out. Anyway, I was watching a band I was completely obsessed with and, quite frankly, they were wank. Didn’t seem like they wanted to be there at all and had absolutely no intention of doing anything but playing their songs and leaving, no hint of emotion whatsoever. This really broke my heart (I know, firstworldproblems and all that) and I struggled to find the love that was once there for the band that had really turned my world upside down. They weren’t just a band, they were my band. As the next couple of years passed, I still listened to them every day, fell in and out of love with Humbug constantly, admired Whatever.. and never ever lost touch with FWN. I still, however, never recovered from the heartbreak of seeing them so bored and static on stage. Then came brick by brick. At first, as with everyone, I convinced myself that this wasn’t them, they were joking of course. Then i started to love it, completely love it, to the point of playing it over 50 times a day and I thought that maybe, my love would again return. I recorded the radio first play of Don’t sit Down on Zane Lowe’s show and was completely over the moon. They’d moved on from Humbug and they were back. Weeks passed, Suck it and See was announced and, in turn, so was Don Valley. And fuck, if Don Valley wasn’t the best night of my life then I don’t know what was. I lost my shoes, gained another pair and lost another, all before The Vaccines had came on stage. I felt like I was at home, the atmosphere of thousands of other monkeys fans, all in euphoria, waiting for them to come on stage. I was a bit nervous though, I have to admit. Would we have a repeat of Birmingham? Thankfully, no. No we would not. The first hard hitting power chords of The View From The Afternoon crashed out of Alex and Jamie’s guitars and I knew then, that I had reached the best day of my adolescent life. The whole place erupted in to a violent but nevertheless fun loving orgy of sweaty bodies and happiness. I was at home. These were my people. We were all brothers and sisters for the night. No aggro, no hate, just love for, in mine and I’m sure so many other people on this blog’s opinion, the best band there is, was and ever will be.
The last chord rang of a certain romance and the night was over, I left, along with a pair of Nike high tops (in exchange for some knackered converse, incidently) a head of hair full of piss, booze and sweat and 15 of my friends who I hadn’t seen for well over 5 hours after first entering the bowl.
I’ve seen them twice since, at V festival, where I understood why they didn’t feel it when a pissed up 24 year old skinhead started screaming “PLAY THE ONE ABOUT A DANCEFLOOR YOU TWAT” during a lovely rendition of black treacle. This wasn’t their stomping ground, the monkeys had entered the wrong den, and were getting abused for it. Of course, I stayed until the end, to see them off properly along with about 40 (seriously, about this many) true monkeys fans in the area, the rest just coming for the weekend to see Eminem.
This brings me to my final paragraph. the LG Arena in Birmingham, the end of last year. Alex Turner powerslided. ALEX TURNER! POWERSLIDED! I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was running about the stage! A complete turn around of the Alex I saw two years ago, with extremely long hair, a trench coat and a moody attitude and looks to kill. I would say this was the second best night of my life.
There you have it, my life with Arctic Monkeys. I love this band, I love this blog (which I check multiple times a day, for any news on album number five or, hopefully, what Helders mum has had for tea!) and I love every last bit of this band, covering my whole bedroom with pictures of them and purchasing a painful amount of memorabilia, including a suck it and see zippo, which I am shit scared to use!
Thankyou, Jan. Thankyou for hosting such a beautiful and loving community for the best fans in the world.
YORKSHIRE, YORKSHIRE, YORKSHIRE!
No, thank you - for this, for reminding me why I do this, why I love this band. This is too good. :)