“Regularly going to concerts could lead to a longer, happier life.”––Patrick Fagan of GU
elbow to elbow in a hot and loud crowd of intimate and
noisy strangers that are drenched in spores of sweat as they
dance and stomp recklessly with their limbs and sticky hair
on top of hardwood floors stained with droppings of alcohol,
roasted cigarette ash, and drool. This loud and fast pace space is
paradise: the clogged ears from the volume on the aggressive speakers,
hollering until your throat is parched, losing your balance and breath
in the same moment, getting pushed around like drunk and dazed marbles
never in the same spot you started in, but the show always ends the
same, with a thousand pairs of shoes charging towards the calm, blue stage.
