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I went to the MSI concert this thursday at the catwalk, and I am ashamed to say that not only did I leave early, I got the shit beaten out of myself. I get there like 30 minutes before the doors open -- and there's already this giant line going out the front. Everyone looks freaky, everyone is full of angst with their androgynous eyeliner and pleather and fucked up hair. All the guys are looking at me -- this 5'4" skinny chick wearing pinstripe pants and a black wifebeater... and just fucking grinning their asses off. I should have known then, at that moment, that this was a bad idea. The opening acts rocked. Tub Ring did an awesome cover of Outkasts "Hey Ya" which was not only hilarious but fucking good. Me and Austin wiggled ourselves up towards the front of the stage and were jumping and screaming like the rest of them, which was cool for the openers. No one was rabid yet. After the openers were done... MSI decided to wait close to an hour to come on. Now... this is a really long fucking time when you've got 200 DICKS packed into a tiny, sweaty, smoky and all-around hostile club. Everyone's getting irritable, everyones hot and uncomfortable and getting totally fucking touchy. Guys and chicks who were were totally fucked up on drugs were passing out but no one knew it for a while since we were all so fucking crowded that our powerless bodies were being held up by the sheer force of the crowd. So... MSI comes on. The place explodes. Lights flash and as everyone reconizes "Bitches" come on -- most everyone immediately flips out. Fists are flying, bodies are getting moshed and thrown and hit with a fury like none other. No managers came out to tell us to fucking relax, no club-owners came out to tell people to stop lighting smokes and burning people to get through to the front of the stages... no one told the pricks in the crowd NOT to repeatedly climb onstage and throw themselves onto the already weak and pissed off front "rows." Thinking I was hot stuff, I tried to keep my place in the front. I really did. I got shoves, elbows in ribs, outright smacking and insults, fucking MANHANDLING and tried as I may to keep my place. I wanted in the front - simple as that. And I really did succeed for a while, until I started to feel faint. I had been sweating and dancing and jumping and screaming to the opening bands with around 100 other hot bodies around me and, suprise suprise, this has wondrous effects on the bodies temperature gauge. I forget which song they were playing, but I got this roaring sound in my ears and at first my hazed brain was getting pissed that the speakers were getting so shitty. Then I couldn't focus my eyes, and eventually, I kinda gave out. I got shoved to the side while Austin dutifully and bravely basically dragged my worthless body through the masses to get some air circulation and water. Shortly after that, fucking MSI decided to take a break, and we left. I just was so sore and tired and pissed. My ribs are totally bruised still and I have bruises all over my legs; my arms hurt and the day after this shindig I felt like I had a hangover. My ass was pinched, grabbed and manhandled more times than I care to remember. At least Austin dug the bands, but then again, we were shoved so totally beyond close the entire thing he probably enjoyed that more ... *sigh* I actually wish I didn't go.
So.. the public message. ATTENTION MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE FANS IN THE SEATTLE AREA WHO WERE AT THIS CONCERT AT THE CATWALK THIS THURSDAY: YOU'RE ALL DICKS. I BET YOU REALLY FELT LIKE A MAN YOU FAT FUCK, WHEN YOU SHOVED A 19 YEAR OLD CHICK TO THE FLOOR TO GET TO THE FRONT TO SEE A BAND. FUCK YOU PUNK DICKHEADS WHO THINK THAT EVERYONE IN THE ROOM WANTS TO MOSH AND GET HURT AND RUN INTO. FUCK YOU CUNTS WHO LIT CIGARETTES AND TRIED BURNING ARMS TO GET PEOPLE TO MOVE. OH --- AND ESPECIALLY -- FUCK THE ASSHOLES WHO JUMPED OFF THE STAGE REPEATEDLY.. BECAUSE WE IN THE FRONT HAD TO CATCH YOUR SWEATY FAT ASS EVERY GODDAMN TIME. Yeah. I'm bitter.
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