so this was originally a message i sent my brother
but it seems to sum up the family values concert for me pretty well and i feel too lazy to change wordingsez
have you ever been surrounded by the intoxicating stench of marijuana mixed with burning plastics? it's quite a thing, leaving your lungs reaking of death as i found out at a rowdy concert i went to last night.
the whole thing was this amazing spectacle, with a lead singer asking if you're fucking smiling yet and later making sure that you're still fucking smiling, insane exhibitions of shirtless guys seeing how long they can ram into other shirtless guys, occasionally fistfights leading to crowds swarming into a brawl(the fine line between moshing and actually fighting really intrigues me as you see people in the pit rush to help someone off the ground when they are hit too hard by someone and then a few feet away you see someone kicking another that they had just beat to the ground for no reason), and delicious $7 funnel cake. there were also some nazi skinheads brandishing all of their "white pride," "skinhead," and of course swastika tattoos all over their bodies, sometimes trying to start shit with random people of color and even going so far as to do the whole sig heil universal arm signal of being a hateful and despicable person.
and when night came i couldn't help but join in the wackiness of circle moshing around fires that were built out of all the trash on the grounds which was mostly plastic cups, cardboards, and more plastic cups. apparently when darkness rolls around the security guards are too afraid to go into the crowds to put out fires which makes sense since during the day boisterous and unruly concert goers had no problem with hitting and throwing things at them so god knows what they would have done under the mask of night. i did feel somewhat prejudiced as i noticed some guys would try to avoid going near me in the pit and the only reason i can think of is i was the only girl and they didn't want to hurt me, but i'm so manish that it really doesn't matter so i had to take the offensive which isn't something i really do ever. there were also points in time when some really crazy person would put a shirt or cardboard in the fire only to swing it all around and near people's faces as it was lit.
and somehow people ended up with a frozen lemonade push cart and put that in the fire and also grabbed one of those convenient stand up canopies into the fire. it was all so fascinating i could not help running around it with a bunch of crazy hooligans until security came around with some fire extinguishers, tazers, and what looked like pepper spray. of course that only stopped the crowd for so long until they got a hold of another canopy and went to work again.
oh my it was a strange yet awe-inspiring night
have you ever been surrounded by the intoxicating stench of marijuana mixed with burning plastics? it's quite a thing, leaving your lungs reaking of death as i found out at a rowdy concert i went to last night.
the whole thing was this amazing spectacle, with a lead singer asking if you're fucking smiling yet and later making sure that you're still fucking smiling, insane exhibitions of shirtless guys seeing how long they can ram into other shirtless guys, occasionally fistfights leading to crowds swarming into a brawl(the fine line between moshing and actually fighting really intrigues me as you see people in the pit rush to help someone off the ground when they are hit too hard by someone and then a few feet away you see someone kicking another that they had just beat to the ground for no reason), and delicious $7 funnel cake. there were also some nazi skinheads brandishing all of their "white pride," "skinhead," and of course swastika tattoos all over their bodies, sometimes trying to start shit with random people of color and even going so far as to do the whole sig heil universal arm signal of being a hateful and despicable person.
and when night came i couldn't help but join in the wackiness of circle moshing around fires that were built out of all the trash on the grounds which was mostly plastic cups, cardboards, and more plastic cups. apparently when darkness rolls around the security guards are too afraid to go into the crowds to put out fires which makes sense since during the day boisterous and unruly concert goers had no problem with hitting and throwing things at them so god knows what they would have done under the mask of night. i did feel somewhat prejudiced as i noticed some guys would try to avoid going near me in the pit and the only reason i can think of is i was the only girl and they didn't want to hurt me, but i'm so manish that it really doesn't matter so i had to take the offensive which isn't something i really do ever. there were also points in time when some really crazy person would put a shirt or cardboard in the fire only to swing it all around and near people's faces as it was lit.
and somehow people ended up with a frozen lemonade push cart and put that in the fire and also grabbed one of those convenient stand up canopies into the fire. it was all so fascinating i could not help running around it with a bunch of crazy hooligans until security came around with some fire extinguishers, tazers, and what looked like pepper spray. of course that only stopped the crowd for so long until they got a hold of another canopy and went to work again.
oh my it was a strange yet awe-inspiring night