Vanna at Vans Warped Tour 2009 | Comcast Center | Photo by Bryan Mastergeorge
If punk fans leap at any excuse to be pissed off, then the Boston stop on the 15th annual Warped Tour was a total godsend. The multitudes of Warpedgoers converging on the Comcast Center last Tuesday start the morning off by sitting in two-hour traffic jams on 495, only to spend the rest of the day wading through muddy lawns and getting their mascara hosed off by torrential downpours -- and they've each paid $35 for the privilege.
Still, while the rain was relentless, so were the fans; they weren't sitting this sold-out show out, no matter how bitchy Mother Nature got. The tangle of soaking-wet black-and-neon-clad teens, tweens, and twenty-somethings (trailed by the occasional hoodie-and-goodie-bag-carrying pack-mule/chaperone) spent the next eight hours anxiously shoving their way through the herd to catch a glimpse of their favorite bands on this 70-act tour.
Before I found full-time fortune at the Phoenix, I was a part-time music writer for the Boston Herald. And with the exception of the several times I saw 311, I legitimately enjoyed my assignments - especially interviews with contrarian hotheads like Immortal Technique and Sage Francis, who I prodded to shred conservative ideals that were often touted on the nearby editorial page.