from Caitlin

Journaling Chicago


I went to the klaxons show. The klaxons are a band that aren't super well known. There music is insane, it's wild and all over the place. I love them so much, my brother got me in to them about a year or so ago. When my brother told me they were coming I had to take the opportunity and go.

The show was on a saturday night at belmont at the Vic. My brother, me and one of my roommates hilary came. When we got there the opening act was on stage, I don't remember what band it was. But they sucked pretty bad. My brother was pretty intoxicated so he started yelling things at the band like "you suck, get the fuck off the stage". But the band didn't hear him, it was more funny then anything because the band really did suck. After waiting for the band to wrap up and set up for the klaxons, the three guys that I love walked on stage. About 2 minutes into the show a mosh pit started. I was already really close to the stage, but when the mosh pit started I managed to make my way to the fence in the front. Being that close was actually one of the worse ideas I had, because I just keep being pushed really hard into the fence that whole show. My friend hilary actually lost her shoes from being thrown around so much. My brother almost got thrown out, for being to wild. I actually got split from both of them the whole show, but I didn't care the show was so good. The only thing I noticed that was weird was the klaxons weren't as happy as usual. They were either really drunk, or really pissed. After the show we waited till everyone left so we could look for Hilary's shoes. We ended up finding them right away. We walked up to the redline and as we were waiting for the train we saw some people from the show. They were actually bleeding, they both had bloody mouths from the mosh pit but they said they didn't really care because the show was so fun.

Once we got on the train we realized that we were really hungry. So my brother asked hilary and I if we wanted to go to chinatown and get something to eat. We both said yeah, he told us that he was going to take us to the first restaurant he ever went to in chicago drunk. We get to the restaurant, there was no one in there so we thought it was closed but it actually wasn't. We were so happy. Our waitress ended up being a bitch which got really annoying. We ended up ordering a bunch of really good food. Then went home and passed out. The next morning I woke up with so many bruises all over my ribs and arms, but it was worth it. That has definitely been the best show i've gone so far in chicago.