Leeds Festival 2005: Funeral For A Friend 26th August 2005
Setlist: This Year's Most Open Heartbreak / She Drove Me To Daytime TV / Roses For The Dead / Red Is The New Black / Streetcar / Art Of American Football / End Of Nothing / Juneau / Escape Artists Never Die
As firstborn sloped off to meet friends and secondborn dashed to the barrier to see Funeral For A Friend, I hung back, having promised to take some pictures of FFAF for the short one. Now, I know that she loves this lot; she has seen them live numerous times. This would even make my third time, but they’re not a great band. I hate them less now than I did the first time I saw them, granted, and musically, they’re OK, but, the singer is a dick. I seem to be forced to suffer through them at least once a year. It must be Karma. It’s my punishment for being bad. Yes. That’s what it is. My name could well be Earl.
Funeral For a Friend: Personally, I've had more fun at funerals.
The downpour that had been threatening all morning arrived. The heavens opened and The Lord looked down upon Leeds and saw FFAF, and was appalled. And he smote the unwashed masses with torrential rains, that they may be cleansed and purged of their disgusting pleasures. ‘Nuff said!
Mark L. Potts
The God of Thunder
1st September 2005
As firstborn sloped off to meet friends and secondborn dashed to the barrier to see Funeral For A Friend, I hung back, having promised to take some pictures of FFAF for the short one. Now, I know that she loves this lot; she has seen them live numerous times. This would even make my third time, but they’re not a great band. I hate them less now than I did the first time I saw them, granted, and musically, they’re OK, but, the singer is a dick. I seem to be forced to suffer through them at least once a year. It must be Karma. It’s my punishment for being bad. Yes. That’s what it is. My name could well be Earl.
Funeral For a Friend: Personally, I've had more fun at funerals.
The downpour that had been threatening all morning arrived. The heavens opened and The Lord looked down upon Leeds and saw FFAF, and was appalled. And he smote the unwashed masses with torrential rains, that they may be cleansed and purged of their disgusting pleasures. ‘Nuff said!
Mark L. Potts
The God of Thunder
1st September 2005