Dreaming of P!atD is the most fun you can have without P!atD
Tens days and counting! This video has fully redeemed Panic! at the Disco.
Last night was bit prophetic. After watching it I made a joke (to myself) that now knowing their Portland concert date was only ten days away, I'd probably start dreaming about them and then I did. We were on a cruise ship ala Rosie's gay family cruise and it was for the release of their album with all their fans on board and them doing constant entertainment, because despite having enough fans to fill a cruise ship, none of them had actually ever heard P!atD, just heard of them and immediately became fans off the back of Pete Wentz's plugs (I know I first heard of the band last September when Pete's first/second Killers comments came out) And I was hired on as an assistant in production, though even without remembering the specifics I'm pretty sure I must have just shown up and told them that and got my way on the boat that way.
Then, amid the seas and the screams for Brendon Urie, the drummer decided to kick out the bassist. All drama ensued. Can you imagine doing that at sea? (I type and ask in a tone as if it really happened.) All this anger, sadness, betrayal, isolation, and back and forth quoting to MTV with all the other emotions you can imagine that come about with a split all having to be contained on one ship with no hope of getting off until it docks, which isn't scheduled for another three days?
Then me and my fake job got drafted in to attempt to mediate and the only other stuff I can remember is me running around frantically on deck with a clipboard hoping the bassist won't jump.
I probably dreamt this due to the role of water in the video that is almost too beautiful. At first it was just a little to weird, trying too hard to show that they aren't all just show girls, but upon seeing the ending shot everything came together; not the plot, as it was easy to deduce, but exactly what they were trying to achieve. Not trying too hard at all.
Can you imagine being that brilliant to come up with that treatment?
My excitement for Panic! at the Disco's Portland date had slightly cooled for two reasons-them axing Brent who is better looking than their drummer. If they were going to get rid of someone get rid of him because he makes me uncomfortable. And second, they upgraded the venue from the so cool it rubs off on even them and their garter-banded-forearms-that-are-already-cool-enough Crystal Ballroom to the soulless Exhibition Center. The traveling Smithsonian exhibit was held there when I was in elementary school.



Pssh.
Spencer has always been better than Brent. :)
Posted by: Kirstunnn | August 02, 2008 at 08:43 PM