A sound. A sound so loud that is pulsing through your body. Releasing your inhabitions and completely letting go. A space closing in around you. People closing in around you. The bright lights. The smoke. The sounds of complete experimentation.
This was my adventure last night into a world completely foreign to anything I’ve ever known. A group of us went out to see Deerhunter and I have to admit, it was the most interesting people watching I have ever experienced. In a way, I was jealous. These people are so into this music, and are just so able to let loose and do whatever. They are carefree. And I wish I would have had a camera to catch some of their expressions. Jessica got some good pictures though.
The broken drumstick flew through the air and landed at my feet. I had found my free pizza of the night. But later, I saw the drummer walking around looking for the end. But that got me to thinking, are you really going to want the broken end of a drumstick. The silly thing is, that I wanted it, too. The drummer and I think alike. Nothing is as great as the broken end of a drumstick.
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mason // May 6, 2007 at 5:42 pm |
glad you were able to make it out to the show it sounds like it was fun.