We Metalheads know exactly what to look forward to when we buy tickets for gigs. There is always that constant, exhilarating thought about it, the excitement in your stomach, and that “time’s going fucking slow” feeling as that one night approaches.
You wake up on the day of the gig, and your excitement evolves into a deadly thirst, as the sun slowly rolls over above you, finally, settling west, blackening the sky in its trail. It is time. Tonight, all hell breaks loose; Metal Gods will take the stage and unleash a wave of aggression and fury through the crowd.
When attending a Metal concert, there are several “options” to how you can appreciate the concert. Basically, it is as follows: In the pit, or out of the pit. Both options are good in different ways. Being out of the pit, you WATCH the music – you experience it. You can focus and set your eyes on that long-haired scruffy dirtbag walk to the front of the stage and rip out a 100 notes a second solo that makes the average human’s ears bleed. Who doesn’t love that? You feel the music’s purity flow through you, from head to toe – you feel Metal.
The other way to appreciate the concert of course is to let the music get the best of you – fire up and start moshing. What better than a furious, deadly, endless pit while bursting your ears to your favourite heavy metal tune? Should you hit the floor, before you know it a hundred arms will grab and pull you up. Then, once you’re wrecked, wash all the pain and fatigue away with shitty cheap beer and join the ball again. It’s a cycle, it’s a metal concert - you never stop loving it!
Though we may go to hundreds of gigs, one might think that they become homogenous and boring. However, Metal is like an unholy fountain we drink from throughout our lives; it fills, fulfils, and completes us. Due to the vast number of gigs we attend, music progresses in us through them, making our love for Metal grow more and more. With the exception of a Sonata Arctica gig I attended in late 2009, shortly after the release of Days of Greys, I can safely say that after metal concerts, I never felt mediocre contentment of attending. It’s always the opposite; I feel pure, I feel powerful - I feel Metal.
You wake up on the day of the gig, and your excitement evolves into a deadly thirst, as the sun slowly rolls over above you, finally, settling west, blackening the sky in its trail. It is time. Tonight, all hell breaks loose; Metal Gods will take the stage and unleash a wave of aggression and fury through the crowd.
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The other way to appreciate the concert of course is to let the music get the best of you – fire up and start moshing. What better than a furious, deadly, endless pit while bursting your ears to your favourite heavy metal tune? Should you hit the floor, before you know it a hundred arms will grab and pull you up. Then, once you’re wrecked, wash all the pain and fatigue away with shitty cheap beer and join the ball again. It’s a cycle, it’s a metal concert - you never stop loving it!
Though we may go to hundreds of gigs, one might think that they become homogenous and boring. However, Metal is like an unholy fountain we drink from throughout our lives; it fills, fulfils, and completes us. Due to the vast number of gigs we attend, music progresses in us through them, making our love for Metal grow more and more. With the exception of a Sonata Arctica gig I attended in late 2009, shortly after the release of Days of Greys, I can safely say that after metal concerts, I never felt mediocre contentment of attending. It’s always the opposite; I feel pure, I feel powerful - I feel Metal.
Ricky
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