Hello local show I’m inside you.
I am the sticky pit of the venue that stickier boots hit.
I am the arms swinging as you mosh.
I am the amps on stage and the cables crossed together.
I am the music.

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Hello local show I’m inside you.
I am the sticky pit of the venue that stickier boots hit.
I am the arms swinging as you mosh.
I am the amps on stage and the cables crossed together.
I am the music.
Went to a hardcore show last night with a group of 14 people. Show got shut down cause there was either a fight or cops were tryna find a robber. Whatever it was, cops pulled up and music stopped.
I got stoned. At points I was anxious that no one liked me and ranted about college but everyone around me was so nice to me. I tried Marlboros reds after only having newports. I think I prefer the latter more.
Tried doing a drinking card game with my buddies in a McDonald’s but we realized that we all needed to know each other a little better for it. Really, how and who am I supposed to nominate to be the last to leave a buffet out of a group of people where I just met half of them? Whatever.
Basically tested my pain endurance by doing what I can only describe as forcefully high-fiving someone to see who would come out victorious. Apparently he used to do this a lot so he obviously won. My hands were so hot and tingly after. He gave me a sip of his beer.
The day after a show, I always feel a little bittersweet. I had so much fun with so many people and now I’m just. Alone. In my house. Outside of the city.
I need to get out of this town. When I spoke about college with my friends, that’s what was the general sentiment for my situation. Get out, go to an art college in NYC and start saving up for HRT.
I feel a little melancholic writing this actually. Testosterone seems so far yet I know it’s just a little longer and I’ll finally have it. I think, despite my fear of needles, I’ll do injections. Gel’s more expensive and injections are more infrequent.
Next time I’m at a show, I’ll ask someone to get me a black cherry white claw. I have yet to try that and it sounds good.
it was 1986 and mainstream media was still unable to cope with punk.... oh boy.
Don't know who's version is better sheer terror or the dead boys