i went to the final show of the dethklok tour last night. it was loud and raucous and rough and i loved every sweaty minute. i was surrounded by really tall sweaty white guys with lobe plates and tattoos. and chicks with the cutest goth clothes i could never get away with. and getting a contact buzz from the mystery smoke snaking through the spectators. being there thrust me back into my adolescence, or at least into a small section of it. my youth was something i relinquished long before its expiration date so it’s weird to be in the land the people who live their lives as they please. i love crowds because i can disappear in them. i love the pandemonium because my mind gets sedated. on the everyday, i maintain the semblance of resignation, but caged lions tend to pace. the more i realize that i am and have been missing out, the more restless i get. and never is it more apparent to me than when i am around others who are so uninhibited that they make me, of all people, look like a shrinking violet.
when i got to the venue and heard the opening band and was immediately remembered laying in the dark in my older cousin’s room listening to the metal he would play on full blast and thinking “i don’t what the fuck this stuff is but i could get into this”.
