While there I came into contact with these 3 dudes. I was pretty certain, one of the dudes, Tyler, was a total doucher for the simple fact that he wore a The Fall Of Troy shirt to a "The Fall of Troy" show. The other 2 names escape me but one had a shitty beard and nappy ass hair and only spoke to insult his friends. The other the "ginger" was kind of the odd man out. He kept trying to be as witty as his cohorts but everything he said made him sound like a total fuckturd. Tyler asked me if I was here to see Number 12 or Fall of Troy. When I responded with God Is An Astronaut he and his bro friends were totally stunned. I was even more stunned when I realized that no one fucking else came to see GIAA. Although that seems awful, Tyler turned out to be a pretty ok dude.
First band: Warship - The lead singer sounds like the dude from FATA.
Second Band: The Number 12 Looks Like You - I was very impressed with the cleanness and technicality of the guitar work. In between some songs some shit out of a movie happened. He asked the crowd if any dude has yet to kiss a girl. They pointed out every dude including myself until finally they just chose this fellow in the front who they didn't believe had kissed a girl. They pulled up some random girl. Said on the count of 3 you have to kiss. Well when the band turned away from the girl she left the stage. LOL. "HAHA dude you just got bailed on." Well they pulled another lady from the crowd. On the count of 3 you have to kiss. On 3 they began to kiss and that proceeded into a straight make-out sesh while the band played a metal ass song about conquering vag.
Third Band: God Is An Astronaut - I made my way to the front for this one. In case you didn't know GIAA is a trio of old Irish dudes with excessively pale skin and poor posture. I heard these scene kids ask each other "Is there even any screaming in it?". HAHAHAHAHA. I was the only person getting into it that I could notice. I could feel all the eyes on me as I was enjoying myself. All the while the poor bodies to whom those eyes had grown attached to stood oblivious to the genius before them. GIAA was so fucking spot on everything played to the most miniscule fucking tee. It was absolutely glorious. During their third song these fucking piece of shit mother fucking fucks decided it would be cool to hardcore dance. Fucking really? If GIAA hadn't kept me so calm I seriously would have danced with those fucks. And by dance I mean hit the shit out of them until they stop being faggots.
Fourth Band: The Fall Of Troy - I was excited to see how Tom played guitar live. He is pretty much an OK guitarist as far as professionals go. The crowd was way more into it than they should have been. It was fucking sloppy as shit but yet they all still go crazy. Some of these people, like the scenester girl standing in front of me, have probably never heard more than a couple of songs by them. Totally unaware of any rythm or tempo changes yet claimed to love all their music from the very first album. You know the type. Well during the show I got to tap the guitar for Tom which was pretty sick. I also elbowed the fuck out of this fuckhead beside me who thought it was ok/cool to have his arm/elbow in my fucking face at all times. It was in retaliation that I continuously elbowed him and then lifted my arm to his and totally raped him at arm war. I also lost my jacket.
Post Show: After the show I talked with the guitarist from GIAA. He is a cool fucking dude. I talked to him for like 20 minutes about the show. He was telling me how it was hard for them to get gigs in the states and it sucks playing at a lot of shows because no one knows their music here. He also mentioned that he noticed how I was the only one he could see really into the music. So we bullshitted a while about their song selection and their future shows and whatnot. Was pretty much the shit.
When I was driving home I noticed that I was driving. Yeah. Any person at any point during a drive knows they are driving but aren't necessarily aware. I suppose it's just some metacognition of sorts at work. It only happens at night. I notice that I'm in a car and that I'm driving that car. I notice there is so much more space around me than my seat, then I realize... this vessel is totally subservient to my will.
And as I drive I count the lines and the lights. Nothing numerical. I only try to honor their existence. And this makes me suspended in the memory of the present. And I am complete. It's at this point that I realize that I am content with being alone. For at least that moment. As I look to my right I am surprised to see no one there. I am very much alone. It's only an illusion. My mind really does have good intentions. What is so wrong with living in fantasy? I wish I was wiser. I want to know why I contradict myself. I need to know why I sometimes have the audacity to feel whole when there is a rather blatant, gaping deficiency in my existence.
When I arrived home my ears were ringing like they always do after a show. This must be how the blind hear. Nothing was out of range. My brain had no say. Resonance had found it's place in the orifices behind what was discernible of my face. My ears dissected everything and screamed of atrocities but allowed me the privilege to perceive the most delicate nuances of sound. For that single luxury I would surrender everything.
Continued...
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