I went to a friend's show who was headlining for a bunch of hardcore death metal bands and let me tell you I was totally out of my element I got aquatinted with trashing and now it's actually real in my mind but let me tell you, I have a lot of complex feelings
hardcore death metal has never been my thing exactly, but I respect the craft, skill, energy, emotion, and levity of it especially the other part that finally clicked to me just now while reflecting on it, there's a sort of duality to the performance of frontman
I mean there's kind of already one for singers in general in most cases but it's magnified in the case of someone who does those gutteral growling screams and just switches back and says "this song is about living in Florida and how cool it is to live in Florida and own a gun in Florida"
I really relate to that sort of two toned duality in a lot of ways, and feel that it's pretty fitting for me that aside, being in the dive bar was refreshing and uncomfortable both physically and figuratively the "friend" I was seeing was more of an acquaintance/friend of a friend so I honestly just stood around and didn't say a single word for 6 hours
I also have had car troubles so I spent 60-70 dollars in Uber costs to get there and back total, told my friend and she decided to give me a band shirt for free but ended up paying her anyway, which I felt was quite important (bands get all of their money from merch at venues)
I'd like to attend future shows with earplugs instead of looking stupid and plugging them with my fingers the entire time, and I'm so fucking glad I was in the back and not in the front where the fucking pit was but beyond that it was nice!
I feel like more people would have talked to me if I dressed up in a skirt though, I had to bum it since my brother was home and there was no way in hell I was gonna bring a bag with a change of clothes in an uber