Enthuisiasitic Girl! And her sidekick embarrassed man!
Last night I went to a concert at the Knitting Factory. Strange name, I still remember it fondly as "The Big Easy", just a little 13 year old with sparkling eyes and a spike bracelet. Anyway, name change aside I was there last night for a heavy metal consert. As far as I can tell it was a hometown vanity show, but I got the tickets for free on handout so I didn't know what I was getting into from the start. Me and Jon were just getting out of the house, fresh air and all such. When we got there we took our places on the wall, that's just how we roll you know, and watches the seziure enducing lightshow. The first band played "Over the Rainbow" in heavy bass tones whole a atomic bomb slideshow flickered on either side of the stage.
It was impressive to me, but I'm easily impressed and a sucker for anything I can headbang to. This band (never heard their name, or rather didn't care) had no vocals but the instument play was great. With a good low roll of a voice I could get into a small fandom.
For the next few bands Jon and I moved to the floor and sat in the back of the free standing area. I did it to people watch, he did it to make me happy.
Truth be told he doesn't like heavy metal, I love it. He was tolerating it for mr. So swet, my love.
The next band started their show with a shout-out to their pot smoking fans and laughed into their first song. I liked the song's sound, more of a country rock with a heavy hammer on the top. It wasn't bad. Not screamo.
What really made the show was this girl in front of us on the floor.
Now, as I've noticed at any event there are two kinds of people. The people who look like they're lurking in the background, there only for the show... and then there is enthusiastic. I love to watched the enthusiastic ones, they make my day. In front of us is a woman who is just gyrating and moving her hips with a passion and no regard to anyone else. She could be pretty if she took off the white-trash corset and curled her hair abit with a little bit less bleach. She didn't bother though, it's great. As the third band starts her boyfriend grabs her and holds her against him, trying to stop her scary gyrating movements for the sake of his own sanity. Jon makes a comment about how she was embarrassing him, and she didn't even know him. We laugh and move our attention to a new enthusiastic girl. Some 400 something pound girl in a mini-tee and tight pants who thinks it's a great idea to dance like a stripper. Oh and she does. Jon and I laugh and go out for a smoke where we see Woozle and Angel. Small chat ensues and then we go back to ultimately leave the concert all together. We never saw the header band, Ripchain.

Oh well. It was a good night.

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