Screams pound into my ears, my muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the chant. My breath runs ragged and my heart chokes as I pound my first into the air. Bodies press against me, fighting to release the energy inside. Waiting for the beat to begin we shove and yell, yearning to push and slam against those around us. A bestial vigor that turns off the brain, leaving only the movement and screaming. With a screech of agony the music rolls in...and The Riot begins.
It's always funny to me when I talk to girls about metal and screamo. Very few understand the utter joy of succumbing to the music and throwing off the need for order. Destruction and chaos are things of beauty when in the context of a mosh pit. Our society stresses the importance of being tame and controlled, but there are times when a guy just needs to behave without reservation.
Yes, I know it most sound funny coming from me. I'm not exactly a "manly" man (heh). In a way, I think that makes my point more valid. I'm a very passive person, and I still revel in the chaos of music. I don't ask to anyone to understand. Just to stay out of the way and let the boys Riot.
In other news, I'm going backpacking from Tuesday to Thursday. It's the first time I've ever done it, so I'm both super excited and rather apprehensive. It should be great fun.
Anyway, that's all for now. I'll give you a rundown after I get back.
I may not understand exactly the "Riot" mentality, but I do enjoy screamo when the need arises. Something about the wild guitar and drum lines releases tension.
ReplyDeleteHave fun backpacking!