Every Nite is Emo Nite

Because I keep going. Am I really gonna keep writing about every single Emo Nite I attend? It’s starting to feel really redundant, but if I can write about every Green Day show and every Coheed show, I should write about every Emo Nite as well. Or at least post pictures.


Apparently my friend Melissa (who I seem to hang out with solely at Emo Nite) sprained her ankle at the last Emo Nite, which I had missed because I was on the East Coast.

“Alcohol and adrenaline, I don’t know what happened.”

We also figured out that she’s moving literally a block away from me, so we have no excuse to only hang out at Emo Nite anymore.


Why are we squatting in this picture?!?

This was the first ever Emo Nite in San Francisco with a guest DJ. There were a bunch in LA and New York, so it was nice to finally have someone make an appearance in my own city. It was Brian Dales of the Summer Set.

He announced that his favorite band is from San Francisco, and then played Third Eye Blind’s “Jumper.” This was just a few nights after I saw them play the Greek Theater in Berkeley, so it was pretty great hearing so soon that they’re this guy’s favorite.

You could tell who was at that show, because I started singing the “Do do do do do do do”s and some people joined in. I was really excited about that. That was one of my favorite parts about the Third Eye Blind show at the Greek, so it was cool translating that over to Emo Nite.

He also played that song from the Lion King.

“I’m gonna cleanse your palate with the Lion King because I don’t give a fuck.”

There was also some Backstreet Boys, because let’s be real, anyone who loves early 2000’s emo music is highly likely to also love boy bands like the Backstreet Boys and N’Sync.

Then they played Linkin Park. Ugh. My heart. I needed that. Melissa turned to me when Chester’s voice was playing over the loudspeakers and thanked me for writing about him after his suicide. She said she didn’t realize so many of her friends cared about Linkin Park, but there was such an outpouring of love when he died. I hate that it took until he died for us to all truly show our appreciation for him and his music, but it is a beautiful thing.

Of course Linkin Park and all of our feels were followed immediately by Coheed.

“It’s your band. Go.”
“I’ll be back!”

I jumped onstage, didn’t know what to do with myself, then jumped in the pit.

They played like three Taking Back Sunday songs as always, which never fails to make me happy. I’m seeing them live for the second time in about a week, so I’m quite stoked about that.

Until the next one, emo kids.


Photo credit: Senny Mau Photography


Lindsay Marshall

One time I sneezed and Billie Joe Armstrong blessed me.

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