And I wonder, will you digest me?
i saw Incubus play with Linkin Park last night. they looked like glorified puppets on stage. i want to pull those strings. we thought (hoped) it would be Linkin Park first and Incubus second but it happened the other way around. therefore we ended up missing the first three Incubus songs... which was probably not worth the beers.
it was a huge arena and, although our seats were decent, i craved for the intimate, electric atmosphere of a [much] smaller venue. it's just easier to lose myself in a tighter, but less populated crowd. i feel more anonymous there; it's good being anonymous. disappointment brewed like a storm.
the most important thing was that i could feel the bass inside me. the growling in my bones, my heart purring like an engine. the tingling in my scalp, my hair dancing when my feet were not. i remember wanting to sit directly in front of the two-story speaker and let the music blow me away. rocket me off to my happy place. scream beautiful, meaningful words in my face. i wanted each song pounding into me. i wanted the force of a strong wind and the vibrations of a cheap, dirty bed. i wanted to be held in place, but still be free to crawl out of my skin when i closed my eyes. i wanted the music to replace the blood pumping through my veins, keeping me alive. making me feel alive.
they didn't play my favorite song, Vitamin.
it was a huge arena and, although our seats were decent, i craved for the intimate, electric atmosphere of a [much] smaller venue. it's just easier to lose myself in a tighter, but less populated crowd. i feel more anonymous there; it's good being anonymous. disappointment brewed like a storm.
the most important thing was that i could feel the bass inside me. the growling in my bones, my heart purring like an engine. the tingling in my scalp, my hair dancing when my feet were not. i remember wanting to sit directly in front of the two-story speaker and let the music blow me away. rocket me off to my happy place. scream beautiful, meaningful words in my face. i wanted each song pounding into me. i wanted the force of a strong wind and the vibrations of a cheap, dirty bed. i wanted to be held in place, but still be free to crawl out of my skin when i closed my eyes. i wanted the music to replace the blood pumping through my veins, keeping me alive. making me feel alive.
they didn't play my favorite song, Vitamin.