So, remember those three big chunks of homework I had to do last weekend? Well, I ended up doing two of them thursday night and friday. I worked for 24 solid hours, with a break of an hour only to go into school to drop off a paper. But after that I got to go stumble around Broadway in a daze until I hung out with theater people at Dilettante. Happy birthday Zoe.
Mmm, cake.
Tonight I saw Born Dead, The World Inferno Friendship Society, Global Threat, and The Subhumans. Born Dead and Global Threat were decidedly meh, but Subhumans and especially World Inferno were amazing. Jack Terricloth has the most amazing showmanship of anyone I've ever seen. It was like he fed directly off of the combined energy of every member of the audience and channeled it into his every lyric and gesture. The rest of the band was awesome too, and I was pleased by the gender ratio (3 females, 4 males). I want to see them again. And again and again and again. Here is a song by them off the CD I just bought that I really like.
The Subhumans were really good too, but I wasn't really familiar with them. I wish I could have found the CD Zoe burned me of them and listened to it before I went, that would've made it a lot more enjoyable I think.
Mosh pit dynamics are an endless source of amusement, even (especially) when bands you don't like are playing.
Why the hell do crowd surfers like to jump off the stage backwards? Isn't that sort of asking to break your neck? Lots of the ones tonight kept almost getting their pants and shirts taken off. I was both disgusted and disappointed.
Is it wrong for me to get a sort of vindictive pleasure from the crowd surfers who never get caught after leaping off the stage?
Bathhouse camping trip. Ponder, imagine, love, spread. Goodnight.
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