heresy2007

It always happens,
that point in time when it all comes to a head. Where the little underground scene becomes a seething mass of bodies, all like minded and unified in their interest for something new. Old meets New.

I use to fucking hate it. When I was a teenager, I was a scene hog, obsessed with posers, I wasted my time trying to protect my little piece of punk paradise.

Now I embrace it, and more then anything I enjoy the akwardness of people in that first meeting of like minds, that orgy of activity when new faces come into a scene.

Last night was one of those nights. It exploded, the basement venues that had not even three weeks ago been holding no more then twenty people, erupted with interest. The kids pooring into the streets intent on seeing what turned out to be one of the best hardcore shows I've been to in a while. All the bands were great, and in particular a band I had seen about seven months ago went from being pretty average, to really fucking awsome.

All and all it was a good night. My head still hurts, and my eyes are a little fuzzy (I got hit in the face but hey what can you do?), so this isn't my best entry, but none the less I felt like writing it.

Good times last night.