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Alex Attends a Concert
14 years ago
So, as I said, I attended the Amon Amarth concert in Sayreville, NJ, yesterday starting at 7:30 PM.
Getting there itself was a pain. Hertzconnect is great, usually, and I've apparently got terrible luck. But, anyway, I have come to decide that I don't particularly like death metal concerts.
It was kind of fun to listen to the music as it was performed, but whoever was in charge of mixing the sound was incompetent. Vocals were okay but the drums drowned out the guitars except when very high pitches were played. At many points, I found myself simply headbanging or clapping to have something to do; I got so bored.
I did bumble around in the mosh pit for a few moments, but it was probably the dumbest thing I've done recently. I can't see the allure at all. It's not easy to keep track of what's going on, and it's not the kind of thing a recovering haphephobe like me deals with well.
And now, of course, I have to lash out at my peers: they were by far the whitest, most unclean crowd I've been in for a long time. My roommate 'Rold and I formed two of the five non White folks there. We also formed two out of the two folks there who weren't dressed like faggoths.
So yeah. Death metal concerts aren't for me. 'Rold tried to convince me that Amon Amarth was pretty genuine, but even so, most aspects of the concert made me feel like I was consuming some sort of pre-packaged product.
That's all for now. My next work is well under way, and by the way, don't do deadlifts the day before you have to stand up for several hours straight. Your lower back will be in tears.
From New York... good night America.
Getting there itself was a pain. Hertzconnect is great, usually, and I've apparently got terrible luck. But, anyway, I have come to decide that I don't particularly like death metal concerts.
It was kind of fun to listen to the music as it was performed, but whoever was in charge of mixing the sound was incompetent. Vocals were okay but the drums drowned out the guitars except when very high pitches were played. At many points, I found myself simply headbanging or clapping to have something to do; I got so bored.
I did bumble around in the mosh pit for a few moments, but it was probably the dumbest thing I've done recently. I can't see the allure at all. It's not easy to keep track of what's going on, and it's not the kind of thing a recovering haphephobe like me deals with well.
And now, of course, I have to lash out at my peers: they were by far the whitest, most unclean crowd I've been in for a long time. My roommate 'Rold and I formed two of the five non White folks there. We also formed two out of the two folks there who weren't dressed like faggoths.
So yeah. Death metal concerts aren't for me. 'Rold tried to convince me that Amon Amarth was pretty genuine, but even so, most aspects of the concert made me feel like I was consuming some sort of pre-packaged product.
That's all for now. My next work is well under way, and by the way, don't do deadlifts the day before you have to stand up for several hours straight. Your lower back will be in tears.
From New York... good night America.
