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this weekend was rather simple for the most part. well...no. scratch that, because its not every weekend i go to a show and black out because it is so loud. yes. you've heard the stories about throbbing gristle and "the brown note" and also of military testing on excessive low bass and other loud tonage that can fuck with the human body. i didn't think it would but this shit happens.
thanks, wolf eyes!!!
now, many people have said; "are you sure you weren't drunk??" uhm, yeah. i had one drink when i got to the empty bottle at 10, and i proceeded to pass out in the midst of wolf eyes' set around 12:30. the time lapse is too great, and the drink did nothing to me at the time i had it. for those of you who are not knowledgable about the music genre known simply as "noise", wolf eyes is a grating, electronic noise trio from michigan. loud as all hell, you don't simply listen to their music, you abuse yourself with it.
so this is the story: at some point after a 15 minute or so chunk of music, jeremy turns to me and says "you should put your earplugs in". now, my philosophy on earplugs is that if i do use them, i use them on the opening acts, then take them out for the band i really want to see, because honestly, it doesn't sound the same! its all foggy through the plugs! idiotic? yes. so after jeremy had brought this to my attention, i continued to watch, only to become a bit more paranoid about the sounds. eventually i began to feel a sharp, acute pain in my right ear (which is the one that gives me the most troubles, typically). this i felt for a few minutes until i was assaulted by an intense feeling of wanting to vomit. i seriously thought i was going to vomit onto myself, but my feet were cemeted there so it wasn't like i could even move to go to the bathroom. thankfully, this feeling subsided, only to replaced by ice cold sweats pouring out of my forehead and body. the things i was looking at began to have this electric blue cast around them, fading inward to black. and it just kept getting blacker, and blacker, and blacker.....
jeremy looked at me at the right moment, grabbed me around my waist because i was saying" i'm not okay" and "i need to sit down", all the while navigating blackness with a a sandbag of a body. i could feel my boots dragging against the floor, hitting discarded bottles...i only heard the bottle clinks.
jer got me to a seat, a very nice woman handed me a cup of water, and i regained composure and was 100% okay. it was the weirdest shit that has ever happened to me. apparently i wasn't alone, as the woman who helped me and jeremy also contested to feeling pretty nauseous at times because the bass was sickeningly low. i may have been dehydrated to an extent as well. it was pretty scary overall, though.
and i learned a most valuable lesson:
all your favorite bands are really out to destory you!
i mean...wear your earplugs, kids!!!!
thanks, wolf eyes!!!
now, many people have said; "are you sure you weren't drunk??" uhm, yeah. i had one drink when i got to the empty bottle at 10, and i proceeded to pass out in the midst of wolf eyes' set around 12:30. the time lapse is too great, and the drink did nothing to me at the time i had it. for those of you who are not knowledgable about the music genre known simply as "noise", wolf eyes is a grating, electronic noise trio from michigan. loud as all hell, you don't simply listen to their music, you abuse yourself with it.
so this is the story: at some point after a 15 minute or so chunk of music, jeremy turns to me and says "you should put your earplugs in". now, my philosophy on earplugs is that if i do use them, i use them on the opening acts, then take them out for the band i really want to see, because honestly, it doesn't sound the same! its all foggy through the plugs! idiotic? yes. so after jeremy had brought this to my attention, i continued to watch, only to become a bit more paranoid about the sounds. eventually i began to feel a sharp, acute pain in my right ear (which is the one that gives me the most troubles, typically). this i felt for a few minutes until i was assaulted by an intense feeling of wanting to vomit. i seriously thought i was going to vomit onto myself, but my feet were cemeted there so it wasn't like i could even move to go to the bathroom. thankfully, this feeling subsided, only to replaced by ice cold sweats pouring out of my forehead and body. the things i was looking at began to have this electric blue cast around them, fading inward to black. and it just kept getting blacker, and blacker, and blacker.....
jeremy looked at me at the right moment, grabbed me around my waist because i was saying" i'm not okay" and "i need to sit down", all the while navigating blackness with a a sandbag of a body. i could feel my boots dragging against the floor, hitting discarded bottles...i only heard the bottle clinks.
jer got me to a seat, a very nice woman handed me a cup of water, and i regained composure and was 100% okay. it was the weirdest shit that has ever happened to me. apparently i wasn't alone, as the woman who helped me and jeremy also contested to feeling pretty nauseous at times because the bass was sickeningly low. i may have been dehydrated to an extent as well. it was pretty scary overall, though.
and i learned a most valuable lesson:
all your favorite bands are really out to destory you!
i mean...wear your earplugs, kids!!!!