All photos by Get Some Magazine / Timmy Farmer
Okay, let us take a breath for a moment. What we’re about to dive into might be a little, well, excitable. Here’s why: Taking Back Sunday was the band that got us into emo. “Cute Without The ‘E’” and “Timberwolves At New Jersey,” like most of you, were our angst-ridden, teenage anthems. Every Time I Die, on the other hand, was the band that got us into hardcore. “Ebloarama” and “Floater” were like gifts from the Gods placed into out anger-induced souls.
So what do you get when you combine the two for a tour we’ve been dreaming about since 2003? Well, the greatest fucking night of our lives, that’s what.
Without too much detail, because trust us we could go on forever, getting to experience a multitude of emotions in the same night can be both liberating and exhausting. Starting the night with Every Time I Die in a massive room was a moment we’ll never forget. Witnessing the fear in the eyes of young Taking Back Sunday fans as Keith Buckley and company ripped into pummeling tracks like “We’rewolf” and “Thrist” was like seeing young gazelles encounter their very first lion attack. Blood and tears were shed for sure.
Then, after surviving (emphasis on surviving) forty-five minutes of what we like to call “Every Time I Die’s greatest hits” (concluding with one their best “Map Change,” of course) we were then treated to Taking Back Sunday. Now to be honest, after getting all types of hyped for ETID, moving into the more emotional side of the night brought out some definite feelings for sure – and we weren’t alone.
Once the combination of “ You Know How I Do” and “Error: Operator” hit, we, like everyone else in the audience, felt a stream of feels come over us as we were transported back to our junior high and high school days. Next, as Adam Lazzara and John Nolan led into “You Can’t Look Back” and “Set Phasers to Stun,” we were essentially a melted ball of emo-laced putty.
Pretty much, after nearly two hours of TBS tunes and almost a dozen Every Time I Die tracks, we realized we weren’t the only ones feeling like an emotional wreck. Outside the venue, we witnessed crying girls calling their exes, a handful of drunk dudes arguing over who knows what and tons of other stoked showgoers showing off their newly acquired battle scars. Essentially, the night was everything we dreamed it would be.
Now, to relive our night, be sure to check out some photos taken by our friends at Get Some Magazine. To see the full photo review, head here. To grab tickets to see Taking Back Sunday and Every Time I Die out on tour, head here.
