Thanks! I love to hear that people like what I write =]
And when you ask what my favourite is, do you mean that I've written or that someone else has written and I've read?
Well at least you didn't argue your point about it. I'm usually afraid someone will do that and I'll have to defend the fact that I'm sure they were nice to you but by my own experience blah blah blah. Way to go curiosity!
Hm... Well first off I never liked either of their band's music, but I tried keeping an open mind about the actual people. Boys Like Girls annoyed me but I saw them at a pretty much deserted signing booth at Warped Tour one year and figured I'd give them a second chance, maybe they'd redeem themselves in person. I was pretty much shuffled along like they were in some huge hurry, despite the fact no one was there except me and my friends. The bandana I had for them to sign you could only see the black, but I had a silver sharpie, totally ignored it, not that they had a chance since they passed it down at lightning speed. Further insult to injury was they didn't even look up. I can forgive for many things, but when you can't even make eye contact with the person, supposed 'fan' in front of you... no that puts you on my black list. And I wondered maybe they had to leave right after... no we left they were still there, playing Tic Tac Toe on the table. Nice to see their priorities.
The Starting Line... first off I didn't know at the time they were co-headlining with Paramore when I saw them. It does explain their obsurdly long set I suffered through. The crowd was brutal, with teeny fans and wannabe moshers and I had my best friend with me who never gets in the pit because she's non-violent and can't handle half drunk idiots like I do. I was determined to get her to the front because before Riot at this small club we had seen Paramore, her all time favorite band, and she left the crowd it was so bad while I made it to the barrier even though I wasn't as big a fan. So I felt guilty and was on a mission as she used me as a human shield. What pissed me off the most was that The Starting Line, on top of their crappy live show, encouraged the moshers and hardcore dancers enough that one opened up right in front of me and my friend almost got hurt. So while I'm sure they're all nice people, I've had personal experiences to make me think otherwise.
Sorry, you did ask.