last night, i had the absolute pleasure of being tossed around at a muse gig. pleasure, you ask? well, it's just a polite word for the #@! i felt while constricted (and breathless) between people a head and more taller than me. when everyone started to jump, i found that with no effort at all, i was hurled into the air and only to crash back down again with the rhythm the masses set. as i was progressively pushed backwards by the tall and aggressive moshers, i resigned to the fact that i, like most asians, am short and therefore need to smuggle a stool in next time i go for a gig or wear really high platforms; both, quite inconvenient. either that or just growing taller.
considering the fact that i couldn't see anything, it was quite good. the visual displays complemented the musical highs and lows. their encore set was quite long and they did play knights of cydonia, one that i was looking forward to hearing live.
i think this is band that i'll see once and probably never see live again. it's too much money and i'm really lucky to get the ticket for $50 instead of the $80odd price. i did observe my self imposed limit after all!
my only regret is not being right up the front, thanks to some people who wanted to get a drink beforehand.
3 comments:
man, u shouldve said u wanted to be RIGHT up the front, then i would've joined u to line up early
yup, i get you. short guys go thru the same thing too.
that's why i hate going to concerts
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