Dayton Family: Jack's Mannequin Concert!!!!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Jack's Mannequin Concert!!!!

I was so lucky and got to go to the Jack's Mannequin Concert with my Mom, Taylor and Hannah(Taylor's friend). It was amazing! The worst part of the whole thing was standing out in the rain for and hour. Seating was first come first serve that was why we were there so early. We were about 10 rows back and it was perfect.

This is while we were waiting for the concert to start.

I was trying to get a pic of Taylor watching and she saw what I was doing and started being weird. I guess that is what sisters are for.

The first warm up band was Low vs Diamond. They were awesome. I really enjoyed their music.

The second was Thriving Ivory and I didn't like them as much. The song they have on the radio is ok but the rest was just weird. The lead singer had to much vibrato for the kind of music it was.

And the BEST (of coarse) JACK'S MANNEQUIN!!!!!!!!! They were AMAZING!

Standing on the piano. He also stands on the keys of the piano at the end of the concert and all I can say is, I hope that is his piano!

Oh we also sat by Sara , Sara's sister and her friend.

Hannah, Taylor and Sara. We all got these shirts. I love mine, it is so soft and comfy!

This is a recording of Dark Blue!!!

4 comments:

Alicia said...: fun fun! I love concerts!; 1:07 PM
Lori Harris said...: What a great concert to go to and with good company also!!; 7:56 PM
Laurel said...: Great concert, great pictures and great company. Thanks for going with me!; 12:21 AM
Matt and Melissa said...: FUN! Where was the concert at? Great pics too!; 8:39 PM

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