Raw.
thats what these shows are.
thats what the experience is.
raw energy. feeling. sound.
dozens of people on a good night, all pressed together and breathing the same toxic, sweat soaked air.
The ones who've been in the scene for a long time, they know all the words before you've even heard of the band.
The ones who think theyre too cool, or the ones who are scared, or new, lean...seemingly indifferent against the wall, or bar. Pretending not to listen, but desperate to catch somebodys eye. silently screaming,
"I'm here!"
"Accept me!"
Sometimes i hate them. They wear the shirts and pay the entrance fee...but they arent yelling with the band, they arent moshing in the front row, throwing down energy that can only be expressed when the bass echoes in their bones, they only want to be seen, in the "scene" and its pathetic,
but mostly i pity them.
because if you arent in the middle of it, you can't feel it.
because this is where everybody comes to feel connected.
you may hate the edge kids, or the pot heads, or the skaters, you may gossip about what kid fucked whos girlfriend...but when the music starts, everybody is the same.
and everybody moves and yells and sways to the same beat,
everybody...is a family.
and for one night,
for one SET.
you don't have to be alone.
and isnt that what really matters? Isn't that what we all want?
to not be alone?
Props to Rotting Out. You played a great show tonight. Thank you for bringing people together.
Peace.
thats what these shows are.
thats what the experience is.
raw energy. feeling. sound.
dozens of people on a good night, all pressed together and breathing the same toxic, sweat soaked air.
The ones who've been in the scene for a long time, they know all the words before you've even heard of the band.
The ones who think theyre too cool, or the ones who are scared, or new, lean...seemingly indifferent against the wall, or bar. Pretending not to listen, but desperate to catch somebodys eye. silently screaming,
"I'm here!"
"Accept me!"
Sometimes i hate them. They wear the shirts and pay the entrance fee...but they arent yelling with the band, they arent moshing in the front row, throwing down energy that can only be expressed when the bass echoes in their bones, they only want to be seen, in the "scene" and its pathetic,
but mostly i pity them.
because if you arent in the middle of it, you can't feel it.
because this is where everybody comes to feel connected.
you may hate the edge kids, or the pot heads, or the skaters, you may gossip about what kid fucked whos girlfriend...but when the music starts, everybody is the same.
and everybody moves and yells and sways to the same beat,
everybody...is a family.
and for one night,
for one SET.
you don't have to be alone.
and isnt that what really matters? Isn't that what we all want?
to not be alone?
Props to Rotting Out. You played a great show tonight. Thank you for bringing people together.
Peace.