Apr 06, 2008 00:15
Yes. My first day at the Bamboozle Left was quiet. Yes, I was standing in front of stages all day, bouncing on my feet and delighting in the thumping of my sternum, but I was also on my own for most of it, and somehow, that left me feeling quiet inside. Centered.
In fact, during the very beginning of Bouncing Souls' set, I was actually praying. Their music was a physical thing. Not only did I feel it thumping in my bones, it was hitting me with actual force, moving my clothing, making me lean forward. Powerful. It filled me, and I spontaneously said a prayer to my gods.
I was open to the day, and music rushed in and filled me.
I spent most of the day going from stage to stage, browsing the bands. I let sound guide my steps, and when I had heard a few songs, I moved on. So many bands, I wanted to hear them all.
But of course, I didn't. But I did get to hear Our Last Night, The Morning Light, The Cab, My Evolution, Four Year Strong and A Rocket to the Moon. And in the afternoon, I stayed for whole shows, seeing Rookie of the Year (because I promised them I would when they came down the line that morning handing out flyers *grin*), Streetlight Manifesto, RX Bandits, Story of the Year, Bouncing Souls, The Audition, Paramore, Jimmy Eat World, and The All-American Rejects.
And tomorrow, I hope to see even more. No browsing, though. Tomorrow, I'm making a plan.
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