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Everyone who's anyone knows abuot the Coheed show that took place last night. I have to admit I was very pleased with their performance...when I wasn't staring at Claudio's audacious hispanic fro. I'm not a huge fan of Coheed and Cambria, I'm not even a moderate fan, I just REALLY enjoy a couple of their songs... (I'm aware that I sound like a fuck). I needed to get out, go somewhere, and the fact that I'm (still, even after the show) OBSESSED with In Keeping secrets of Silent Earth 3 and the chance to listen to potentially good bands was enough to spend some sitting money. The other featured bands happened to suck anus, but Coheed is great live. Though I don't think I'll ever be a big fan, I can't name another band that goes as far as they do to create a story from their music, and that is enough to persuade most into appreciating them.
The crowd was full of innumerable assholes though, it doesn't suprise me that people have died on similar occasions. People there just wanted a little bit of recognition from Claudio, get as near to him and his music as was possible, no matter who was crushed in the process. The sad and despicable thing of it is that I wish I had a passion like that for a band. I have a love for many different artists, but I don't believe that I have an undying obsession for any particular band as of now. It makes you feel rather empty, not having a passion like that. As I watched the huge mass of people at the concert, I felt anger toward them (because they were being fucking assholes), but also jealousy. Jealous beacause I can't say that I feel that way about a band. Whatever, you can't have everything.
Paranoia has taken a toll on my well-being, I refuse to take any pills for fear they may hold ingredients that have unknown neurological or mental effects, not even Advil...I'm such a pussy. The bizarre fact is however, that I drink...which in large doses has been proven to RIDDLE the body with neurological and mental side-effects (I'm seeing a contradicting connection...no shit ehh?). So, I guess I'm a pussy AND a hypocrite....and strangely enough, I belive that's been said before, just not by me.
I'm going to ice down my shoulders and thighs....from last night and from horseback.
The crowd was full of innumerable assholes though, it doesn't suprise me that people have died on similar occasions. People there just wanted a little bit of recognition from Claudio, get as near to him and his music as was possible, no matter who was crushed in the process. The sad and despicable thing of it is that I wish I had a passion like that for a band. I have a love for many different artists, but I don't believe that I have an undying obsession for any particular band as of now. It makes you feel rather empty, not having a passion like that. As I watched the huge mass of people at the concert, I felt anger toward them (because they were being fucking assholes), but also jealousy. Jealous beacause I can't say that I feel that way about a band. Whatever, you can't have everything.
Paranoia has taken a toll on my well-being, I refuse to take any pills for fear they may hold ingredients that have unknown neurological or mental effects, not even Advil...I'm such a pussy. The bizarre fact is however, that I drink...which in large doses has been proven to RIDDLE the body with neurological and mental side-effects (I'm seeing a contradicting connection...no shit ehh?). So, I guess I'm a pussy AND a hypocrite....and strangely enough, I belive that's been said before, just not by me.
I'm going to ice down my shoulders and thighs....from last night and from horseback.