The Frank Turner Experience

Finally!  A chance to post about the Frank Turner show!  Where do I begin?

The fun started when I got there.  It was beyond great to be able to hang out with a couple of my Muser buddies!  I'm usually socially awkward, but as was true on the day of the Muse concert in Raleigh, it was so easy to talk to and have fun with these guys.  I think that only stands to prove that music is indeed something intensely personal.  When you have so much in common with a person musically, chances are you're gonna get along just fine.  It's been well over a year since the Raleigh concert, and everyone is still in touch, going to shows together, having fun.  I love the Muser camaraderie!  Anyway, I've veered off course here.  Back to St. Louis!

The whole day was fun.  We drove around the city for a bit, grabbed a bite, then about...I dunno, 2:30ish?  3? We parked at the venue.  The show didn't start until 9.  We were the only ones there until about 7:30ish.  Needless to say, our place in the front row was safely secured.  The venue was tiny.  We had a small venue in Knoxville that I frequented.  However, this place was about half the size of The Valarium.  There was absolutely no space between the crowd and the stage.  I've never been to a show that was so up close and personal.

The opening act was Cory Chisel.  I had never heard of him before, but I really liked his sound.  It was a little bit country, which is a genre that I usually steer clear of, but his sound seemed to have just the right mix of other elements that I easily took it in.  I had hoped to buy an album or EP or anything there, but he didn't have any merch available. :(  I've looked him up on iTunes and facebook though, and nabbed a couple of songs.  I might have to keep an eye out for this boy.  Oh, and here he is (this was taken with the crappy camera on my phone):

He's kinda cute, eh?

And now, on to Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls.  This will be difficult to write about.  I'm not sure how to put it into words.  He opened with "Eulogy," and although it was a song that I wasn't familiar with, I knew from the very first note that this concert would be amazing.  I was right.  Song after song, I fell more and more in love.  There wasn't a single song that he played that I so much as thought, "Eh, that was okay."  Instead, every song brought this to mind: "Whoa!  What's the name of this?  What cd is this from?  I want this song!!"  Every single song was like that.  As I said before, the venue was very small.  It was still packed with people though, and from the sound of things, every single one of them was a Frank Turner fan.  The energy was intense.  Frank and the SS were lively, flying about the stage, hurling energy at the crowd, who absorbed it and sent it right back to the stage, screaming every word to every song.  I felt a little like a fish out of water, seeing as how I was in the front row and only had three songs in my FT arsenal, but honestly, I was having too much fun to care.  I jumped, I yelled, I clapped.  I sang along when I could.  Between songs, he would banter with the crowd.  He's a very funny fellow.  I enjoyed his ramblings almost as much as the music.  Oh, and on a random note, he ended the main setlist with a cover of Queen's "Somebody to Love."  It was such a perfect show.

I had intended on buying a shirt and my very first Frank Turner album after the show, but considering the fact that said show utterly blew my mind, I decided that I needed two albums to get me started.  So, I picked up Love Ire & Song and England Keep My Bones.  I most definitely plan on getting all of them though.  We waited for the crowd around the merch table to die down, then we went to buy our goodies.  As we were wrapping up there, the man himself came out for a meet and greet at the bar.  Though just one month ago, I had never heard of him, I felt a little jittery, and not just because he is an incredibly handsome man.  Don't believe me?

Ok, so it's hard to tell in this pic, but he's hot as hell.

As we waited in line to see him, I felt more and more nervous (partially because I made a complete dork of myself when I met the Sick Puppies...).  In that hour and a half (or two hours?  Who could possibly keep up with time when surrounded by so much awesomeness?), something happened to me.  I became a proper Frank Turner fan.  I'll go into more detail on that shortly, but for now, I'll just say that this fact was giving me fangirl butterflies (I searched my mind for a more elegant term, but I'm not sure that one exists.  Fangirls are fangirls).  I think I managed to avoid embarrassing myself too badly.  As he signed my newly purchased CD, I told him about how I'd bought the ticket before ever hearing a single note, and about how the performance that night had completely won me over (actually, I'm pretty sure I said "I'm completely fucking won over."  Classy Kim was classy.).  He was very nice.  He thanked me for coming out and giving them a try.  Even though I had just watched him take a picture with several other fans, I meekly asked if he'd mind taking one with me, as though I expected him to say, "You only just heard of me!  You're not a real fan, so fuck off!"  Of course, he could say anything to me in that delicious British accent, and I would totally eat it up.  Haha, but he's a nice guy.  He took one with me. :)  Since my camera is in dire need of a new battery, I didn't even bother to take it with me.  M took one with her camera though (yay!!).  She and C followed Frank to three more shows, and that road trip is still ongoing, so she hasn't been home to upload it.  I'll slip a tiny little post in so I can proudly display it later. :D

The whole trip was a success.  I absolutely loved being there with M and C.  They're such amazing people.  The show was fantastic, especially with it being the first show I've been to in over a year.  I'm so jealous that M and C get to experience it three more times!  Good for them, though.  :)

Now, allow me to blurb about my newfound "fandom" of Frank Turner.  I can't remember the last time I felt like this.  Okay, maybe I can.  I remember when I thought, "I still love Neon Ballroom.  I wonder what Silverchair's been up to since then?"  I felt this then as I fell head first into their catalog and was simply overwhelmed by how it touched me.  I felt this way when I finally decided to buy Muse's Absolution, and then developed a hunger that saw me devour each album bit by bit.  I felt this way when I decided to brush up on some of the Smashing Pumpkins that I had missed while preparing for their gig.  It's not easy for me to feel like this.  I listen to a lot of music, and there are plenty of albums and songs that hook me, but this feeling is truly rare.  Even though I'm only just starting out, I feel like FT could leap into my Top 5, blowing many other acts out of the water.  I'm sure I'll keep you posted on my progress.  So far, I've listened to nothing but England Keep My Bones and Love Ire & Song nonstop.  Each time, I feel like I discover something else about them.  I want to devour these albums whole.  Then, I'm sure I'll move on and snatch up another FT album.  I love this feeling.  I can't thank my friends enough for introducing me to him.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to listen to "Long Live the Queen" again.

Here's a quick pic of my autograph.

When he gave it back to me, my thumb smudged the ink.  Oops.