About 3 months ago either during or after a night of drinking one of us shot a text... 'OAR at the Belasco?' And the other person probably responded 'Of course.' Tickets were purchased and I didn't think about it until like 2 weeks ago. I never plan in advance, I usually buy tickets day of, I have commitment issues.
So when I booked my trip to Austin for a wedding this weekend I didn't think 'oh shit this is the same weekend of the OAR show. Better tell Rob!'
Well I leave for Austin on Thursday and at the time of the OAR concert I will be at a wedding reception probably yelling at the DJ for not playing enough Justin Bieber.
But to be clear, I am devastated. Any Time Now is my favorite CD of all time, I've listened to 'Lay Down' from Madison Square Garden 892 times. I have let Rob down and I feel terrible about it.
So I am here today, to ask you, nay BEG you to go to the OAR concert this Saturday with my friend Rob. Rob fucking loves OAR. I think he has probably seen them live 40 times. We went to the show last year at LA Live after Rob had been drinking at a god damn Diplo Rave all day. THAT IS COMMITMENT. I love OAR too, but just not enough to cancel my trip to Austin and probably ruin my friendship with the groom. But I promise if you go to OAR with Rob you will have fun.
Rob is fun and despite what you probably think, OAR is fucking dope. Like legit they are so so good live. Who knows? Maybe you and Rob will become lifelong friends and get to go to OAR concerts with us for years to come. Please, come on. Read on to hear a fun story about my third OAR concert (I've now been to about 30)
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I spent the summer of 2007 working as a Marketing Intern at Prudential Financial in Indianapolis. My friend Dan spent the summer of 2007 roofing in Boston. At the end of the summer I flew out to Boston with one of our other pals to road trip back home. As 20 year olds are wont to do we made absolutely no plans.
We went bar hopping in Boston the first night of the road trip and had a swell time, but things really got interesting on day 2. We were planning on going to New York City (a place I had never been) but quickly realized that we had no place to stay and no idea what to do in a large city like New York. I text my brother to see if he could get on a computer and let us know if there was anything to do in Connecticut.
'There is an OAR concert in Hartford in three hours.'
I looked at my buddy Dan who was sitting in the driver's seat of a 1999 Chrysler Town and Country, then I looked forward to the New York City skyline.
"Ok, I know it's two hours in the wrong direction, but there is an OAR concert in Hartford and a Motel 6 within walking distance of the venue that is $50 a night. My mom will pay for the room."
I'm pretty sure he banged such a hard U Turn that the pipe I was holding in my hand flew out the window.
We drove to the ghetto to find a liquor store that would honor Dan's atrocious fake ID and pregamed in our hotel room the way only underage college kids can. Armed with a bottle of Skol Vodka and an iPhone 1 without speakers, we used our room's alarm clock for pregame music.
About an hour before the show we started walking toward the venue, a large amphitheater type outdoor place surrounded by car dealerships in which kids were drinking. (I would find out years later that these were what the CT kids used for tailgating lots, all the actual cars for sale were moved on days of shows)
We go to the show, they open with my favorite song (Untitled) and somehow Dan is able to reliably get us beers all night. Right before the encore I started dancing with some chick and then we even start making out. I am thinking that skipping NYC for Connecticut is like the greatest decision of my life. "Love and Memories" is playing on the ground and I have this fairly hot 20something chick all over me.
When the show ended I was on cloud 9 and I go to catch up with my buddies who were laughing uncontrollably.
'What's so funny?'
'Uh your chick.'
'What about her?'
'I'm pretty sure I saw her giving a dude a bj like 15 minutes before you made out with her. You totally just got snowballed.'
Oh.
The following day we got pulled over crossing the border into Canada. Right before we got pulled over, my buddies whispered to me 'we forgot to hide the pot.' So I shit my pants for 20 minutes while customs questioned us. It turns out that my friends DID hide the pot and were just fucking with me. They probably made up the Snowball thing too, right?
But the point is, crazy shit can always happen at an OAR show. September 24th at the Belasco...do it!
Looking back maybe this wasn't the best story to sell you on OAR.
Here's the setlist from that Connecticut show though. It was fire. http://www.oarsa.org/features/viewsetlist.php?showID=1286
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