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09-10-2005, 08:39 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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While simple plan was playing on stratford
the main singer was just saying how it was great to be playing in canada again and WHAM!!! he gets hit by a water bottle in the face and is rushed to the hospital for stitches. ironic i guess. i sorta think its crossed the line. sure, their music sucks and all, but getting stitches is a little too far thoughts? |
09-15-2005, 07:19 AM | #4 (permalink) |
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I think its a common response at simple plan concerts. I remember seeing them at warped 3 years ago and as soon as they took the stage people started screaming at them and throwing stuff at them. There singer got nailed by a shoe.
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09-15-2005, 12:20 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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Pahah, I never understood that. If I don't like a band, Im not going to pay money, support their act just to see them. It actually makes no sense..
Oh, and as for him needing stitches... Nope, not a li'l harsh. Loads of people that go to concerts need stitches by the end of it. Its yer own safety youre risking. 'Sides, Im sure the poor lad's used to having things thrown at him.
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09-15-2005, 04:01 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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hate simple plan but yeah there is no point to going to a concert paying money and stuff just to do that
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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