Last time I saw Panic at The Disco was in October of 2008. A huge venue, a meet and greet and a pep talk by Zach the body guard who warned us not to touch Brendan Uries ass or to ask for them to sign our chests.
The arena was alive and the sound was deafening. These boys had it all and we were pumped to be there.
Pretty. Odd. was and is an amazing work of musical art. I cant find 1 dog in the lot and the lyrics are magical.I loved the direction the band was heading in as if the were maturing.
Imagine the shock of hearing of the break up.
Now this is nothing more than a divorce.
This lovely couple ( Urie and Ross) owned a big beautiful mansion on the hill. Since the split one had to get an 3 room walk up in the seedy side of town.
Now- The Young Veins can use this new gritty status(and venue that holds under 200) to completely shake it up or they can be the spouse you feel sorry for and hate to visit on holidays.
So tomorrow night I’m gonna find out who got custody of the kids.