Blurg!
I'm feeling pretty sick.
The head cold I have is lingering on, making me feel generally crappy.
And, disappointingly, the Bleeding Through/Zao show that I went to last night didn't help.
I don't know what the major difference was, whether it was because of a Metal support instead of a Hardcore support (100 Demons) but the Testosterone levels were three times that of the Sunday gig, and the crowd was ridiculously macho and violent.
As well as the usual kind of bruises, I took a kick to the nose, and soon after something hit me hard just behind the right ear. Hard enough for me to feel stars and still have a bruise and some minor swelling now. Fuckers.
The jerkoff that jumped off the railing beside the stage and landed on me on Sunday did the same thing again, this time I was out of the way, though. And then there was the knucklehead that kept headwalking.
Is this what hardcore is becoming? An open forum for sociopathic behaviour?
Seriously, gigs like the one last Sunday are the ones that make me want to stay involved, to keep going to shows and seeing bands. Gigs like the one last night make me question that position.
Today I've just been watching Live 8 on one channel, the tennis on another and whatever movie was on 5. Before it was War of the Worlds (old version), right now I think it is Ben Hur.
Question: do I go to Tescos and buy more orange juice, or go straight home?
Geez, turning into Everything/Nothing Territory here.
After the show I went to Leicester Square and caught a late session of The War Worlds (new version). I thought is was pretty good, but it was marred by two things: firstly, my seat was right near the back. I should have gone for something closer to the screen, secondly the row behind me was taken up by a bunch or fuckers who wouldn't shut the fuck up.
Outnumbered and hoping that they would just shut up, I rode it out. But it was irritating.
The movie itself wasn't bad.
Joel from the Amity Affliction has been posting more of his work:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/im_the_devil/
His talent drives me mad with envy.
Even if his style is partially a rip off of Jake Bannon on one side and old Sisters of Mercy Covers.
I'm out of time, I'm going home.
J
The head cold I have is lingering on, making me feel generally crappy.
And, disappointingly, the Bleeding Through/Zao show that I went to last night didn't help.
I don't know what the major difference was, whether it was because of a Metal support instead of a Hardcore support (100 Demons) but the Testosterone levels were three times that of the Sunday gig, and the crowd was ridiculously macho and violent.
As well as the usual kind of bruises, I took a kick to the nose, and soon after something hit me hard just behind the right ear. Hard enough for me to feel stars and still have a bruise and some minor swelling now. Fuckers.
The jerkoff that jumped off the railing beside the stage and landed on me on Sunday did the same thing again, this time I was out of the way, though. And then there was the knucklehead that kept headwalking.
Is this what hardcore is becoming? An open forum for sociopathic behaviour?
Seriously, gigs like the one last Sunday are the ones that make me want to stay involved, to keep going to shows and seeing bands. Gigs like the one last night make me question that position.
Today I've just been watching Live 8 on one channel, the tennis on another and whatever movie was on 5. Before it was War of the Worlds (old version), right now I think it is Ben Hur.
Question: do I go to Tescos and buy more orange juice, or go straight home?
Geez, turning into Everything/Nothing Territory here.
After the show I went to Leicester Square and caught a late session of The War Worlds (new version). I thought is was pretty good, but it was marred by two things: firstly, my seat was right near the back. I should have gone for something closer to the screen, secondly the row behind me was taken up by a bunch or fuckers who wouldn't shut the fuck up.
Outnumbered and hoping that they would just shut up, I rode it out. But it was irritating.
The movie itself wasn't bad.
Joel from the Amity Affliction has been posting more of his work:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/im_the_devil/
His talent drives me mad with envy.
Even if his style is partially a rip off of Jake Bannon on one side and old Sisters of Mercy Covers.
I'm out of time, I'm going home.
J
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