So I wake up this morning and I'm completely convinced that I got hit by a train last night. My neck was all stiff and my right arm felt like someone tried to literally detach it from the elbow. Did I get in a fight? No, I wasn't drunk so I would have remembered that (Unless I blacked out from rage). No, my friends, I attended the Scapegoat concert in support of my good friend Spencer and found myself in a hurricane of elbows and fists for about… shit, I don't know how long it was. HOURS. Even though I had been to one of these concerts the previous year and was mentally prepared for what I was getting into, my body was a year older and that much more run down so I probably should have stretched or something before I went. Mosh Pit Madness was in full effect (Oh, in case you haven't noticed… there are hyperlinks like a mother fucker in this entry and if you're reading this in Facebook, it's just not gonna show up. Just go to my actual blog site at http://dreaminjoshd.blogspot.com/ to see them).
For those of you who know me, I know y'all are thinking "Josh… you, mosh? Are you in that desperate need of some more black friends?" to which I would respond, "Probably, but that shit was fun as hell!". Truth be told, it's not really my style and y'all know that. I'm not into the whole hardcore, thrash metal, whatever it was kind of music that was being played there. I am open minded though and Spencer is one of my better friends so, why not? Before I detail the night, let me just say I had SO MUCH FUN. Scapegoat is a very talented band and they kick huge amounts of ass. Also, I now better understand why people go completely cuckoo-bananas at these shows. THE MUSIC MAKES YOU DO IT! Before I knew it, I was ready to steal off on a couple of people for no reason. I was getting really into it. Anyway, here's how the day went:
I got up, already a little nervous about the concert because this was gonna be Tanner's first time there and I knew how it was gonna be. I didn't want him to be scared off and weirded out because… as I've stated before, they come from a different world and stuff is constantly presenting itself as NEW to my room mates. Actually, I knew Vincent would be alright because he's been around. My Facebook account was already wielding messages such as "YOU GOIN' TO SCAPEGOAT TONIGHT!?" and "WHAT Y'ALL DOIN' AFTER SCAPEGOAT" and "CAN SPENCER GET US IN FREE!?" so I assumed a lot of my friends would be there. All the more reason I had to go. Even Miles had called me to see if I was going and I don't think he'd ever called me before in his life. Damn. How was I gonna prepare myself for this? What the hell was I gonna wear? I eventually settled on my Richard Pryor T-shirt, my dark skinny BDGs and my classic vans… with a freshly shorn head. The head-shaving was a last minute decision influenced by alcohol, but it went along with the "guyliner" that I was also drunked into putting on. The shaved head, dark eyes, and my heavy eyebrows just made me look straight up Indian (which I really don't mind because that's a beautiful race of people) and slightly creepy. Tanner did it too, though. He ended up looking like Pete Wentz' beefed up, jock-attack cousin "Butch".
Miles ended up coming over with the drummer of HIS band, Andrew. We drank a little bit and chilled then they left to um, get something that they never came back with (Yeah Miles, I'm lookin' at you) and that's when all the "getting ready for the show shenanigans" started. All of us; Jen, myself, Tanner and Kyle pretty much played ANTM, emo-punk-metal edition for a good 30 minutes before we left. Yeah, I know, it sounds gay as hell but you know what? Alcohol, that's what… so shuttup.
So we get to Tremont Music Hall and there's a sea of black, grey and steel everywhere. All these kids (and when I say kids, I mean honest-to-goodness, legit kids)were loitering around outside as if they were waiting to get in. Tanner asked me if that was the line and I was quick to remark "No, those are just burn outs". I didn't build on that statement at all because I didn't feel like having that discussion at the time. It would have turned into some kind of fight, I just know it.
We get inside and go to the main concert auditorium. The VERY first thing Tanner notices is this big, cleared out area in front of the stage. This is his lucky day! He reasons that we just found the best spot in the house to watch the show and can't figure out why no one was already standing there. Memories flood my mind, but nothing clear. I remember something like this happening the last time I came to a Scapegoat concert. What was this mysterious ring for? What purpose did it serve. Well, as soon as the music started, we found out real quick.
The sea of people became utterly tumultuous. Bodies thrashing this way, that way and every which way. People getting kicked, shoved and literally thrown all around. It looked like a huge fight and I felt Tanner and Kyle both tense up behind me, fists clenched and teeth gnashed. This is what it was, people. This is what this event was about (besides the music, obviously) and this is what a lot of these people came to do; act a pure monkey. I was trying to protect random girls from getting hit all the while trying to catch a glimpse of Spencer up on stage. He was up there, just gettin' it DONE on his guitar. He smiled at the crowd and I swear I heard a "ding!". Then I looked and saw Ryan Freeman. That's when I knew that something crazy was going to happen. You see, Ryan is a cage fighter and it's his actual JOB to beat asses on a regular basis. This was just some on the side training for him. If he got hit the wrong way, there was no doubt in my mind that he was gonna shut that mother fucker all the way down down down to Chinatown. I did all I could to mollify any feelings of beat-ass-ness that he was feeling at the time. I think he actually left before he could get to that point.
*OK, now Kyle is over here and there's no way I'm gonna finish this. Spencer's gonna be over soon too so I'm just gonna have to make this a two parter. Stay tuned for part two tomorrow… I guess.*
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