Feeds:Internetsless III
The reason I am never happy with the music scene in Chicago is because it's not metal. Not that metal is an end-all-be-all for my appreciation of music, but it's the culture in which I came to love music, and Chicago's urbane rock-and-pop music mentality lacks what I'm thinking of when I want to go to a concert. These kids have never been in a spontaneous mosh pit. The mosh pit they know is the one villified by outsiders, and so the restless and devient among them seek to tap into the mosh they know, the false demon set up by mosh's accusers. They intentionally create the evil they were warned against, and miss completely the true joy of moshing. They punch and kick, driving their surrounding pit-goers away. They purposely assault those who want nothing to do with their antics. They create an empty space in the middle of the crowd and seperate from it, lacking both the group participation and spectacle of a dance circle and the mutual closeness and fellowship of a mosh pit. It's just a festering sore.
Granted, since these holes are the closest I'm likely to get to a pit or circle (some venues go so far as to ban moshing and certain forms of dancing), that's where I'm likely to be. I'm just never satisfied. And I know it's likely I never will be again. My days of being crushed, scraped, and pummeled by a thousand arms are propably gone for good. And that sucks.
Unless someone can prove me wrong. Please, someone, prove me wrong.
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