My memory is a blur of one concert after another. Were you ever really there?
Over the course of two years I must’ve interviewed Chiodos over half a dozen times. Definitely over half a dozen times. They seemed to be the never-ending assignment and always about you.
Were you there with me that time?
I can’t remember if you were ever there and yet I know you would have had to have been. You would have had to be there in the beginning, at least. You were the reason I was obsessed; the reason why every one of their songs reminded me a time I was dying to get back to.
♫Don’t let this die, we may never fall in love again
It’s hard but worth the wait when it’s over… ♫
♫Shredded by state lines
Press my face up against the glass
With both eyelids shut and
Baby, this won’t get any easier♫
I remember laughing out loud, worried that I was laughing incessantly – coming across like more of a flirt than someone who was just a little bit nervous as I fumbled around the microphone extension of my white, iPod Classic. “Test. Test.” I tapped the microphone as if it would give me any reassurance as to whether or not this thing was actually recording. “November 12, 2006…” They told me I’d be interviewing Craigery, and instead, sent me what most music journalists would consider two nobody’s.
Matt and Brad leaned against the back wall of Salt Lake’s Great SaltAir music venue, giving me a cold shoulder and avoiding eye contact as if to say I was just another fan with a press pass. But, I wasn’t and I was determined to let them know that between the fierce echo of another hardcore band warming up on the far away stage of this twice burned down venue.
“Is it true you wrote No Hardcore Dancing In The Living Room about a party on Locust Avenue in Provo, Utah?”
//Originally published on NowOnTour.com
//November 12, 2006
Chiodos, the greatest band you’ll ever see live is also down to Earth. Recalling the last time I truly had the chance of hanging out with Chiodos, prior to being signed to Equal Vision, we reminisced about just exactly where the title for their song No Hardcore Dancing In The Living Room came from. Originated right here in Provo, Utah, bassist, Matt Goddard, and guitarist, Pat McManaman recall with fond humor an after-show party in which random, drunken hardcore dancing took place in a mutual friend’s living room. If I recall correctly, we were all dancing to The Locusts. Swinging arms and ninja kicks flew between a handful of dedicated fans until the record player was disjointed from the stereo system, something was sent flying through the front window, and someone attempted to skateboard off of a living room chair. Good times indeed, Chiodos is a band that’s memorable in every sense of the word. A popular band indeed, having been asked nearly everything, I tried to get a few details on the random issues.