Pink_Metal
Thrax chick
Wow....great question...
It would have to be the first time I met the band. ---Fade to story---
Imagine if you will....walking into that little venue you just love, remembering all the great and not so great shows you've seen there, all the memories, every inch of that place just BREATHING music and life...knowing you are going to see the band you would kill for. Making your way up to the front of the stage you feel your excitement grow and you can hardly believe the concert is about to start. The lights are bright and people all around you are expressing their own enthusiasm.
*LIGHTS OUT*
The screams explode and resound throughout the building. The noise is so sudden your ears begin to ring, but you're screaming too.
---BOOM---
you feel the bass vibrate your body and as inconceivable as it is, the screams get louder. One by one the band members step on stage. The crowd is pushing, squashing you against the railing but you don't care. You can't take your eyes off the stage. You try to breathe some air but all you get is music...filling your eyes, mouth, ears. It doesn't matter, it's all you want. You're sweating and yelling and singing so much that your throat starts to go raw, but the adrenaline is pumping so hard you don't notice. You stand there, mesmerized by the performance before you. After the last encore, you stumble out of the arena...drunk on disbelief....but it doesn't end there. You mill around with the few other stragglers that didn't flee as soon as the lights came back on. Then it happens. you look over and you don't believe you your luck. The band is standing RIGHT THERE. Your knees go out for a second but you manage to find your balance so you can attempt an approach. you walk quickly, sure that your eyes are fixed in a demented stare. You try to compose yourself so you don't come off as a psycho, or a idiot. As you draw near, the band looks up at you, one by one, shakes your hand, gives you a hug, asks if you liked the show, and did you have a good time. You are, bit by bit, being guided out of your fog of enchantment, then, oddly, you almost just step out of it and realize with suprise that these same people that can make you feel like you are walking in a dreamland, are suddenly making you feel like you went to high school with them. Like you could walk into your apartment one day, and the'd be hanging out with your roomate.
THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was my defining Anthrax moment.
It would have to be the first time I met the band. ---Fade to story---
Imagine if you will....walking into that little venue you just love, remembering all the great and not so great shows you've seen there, all the memories, every inch of that place just BREATHING music and life...knowing you are going to see the band you would kill for. Making your way up to the front of the stage you feel your excitement grow and you can hardly believe the concert is about to start. The lights are bright and people all around you are expressing their own enthusiasm.
*LIGHTS OUT*
The screams explode and resound throughout the building. The noise is so sudden your ears begin to ring, but you're screaming too.
---BOOM---
you feel the bass vibrate your body and as inconceivable as it is, the screams get louder. One by one the band members step on stage. The crowd is pushing, squashing you against the railing but you don't care. You can't take your eyes off the stage. You try to breathe some air but all you get is music...filling your eyes, mouth, ears. It doesn't matter, it's all you want. You're sweating and yelling and singing so much that your throat starts to go raw, but the adrenaline is pumping so hard you don't notice. You stand there, mesmerized by the performance before you. After the last encore, you stumble out of the arena...drunk on disbelief....but it doesn't end there. You mill around with the few other stragglers that didn't flee as soon as the lights came back on. Then it happens. you look over and you don't believe you your luck. The band is standing RIGHT THERE. Your knees go out for a second but you manage to find your balance so you can attempt an approach. you walk quickly, sure that your eyes are fixed in a demented stare. You try to compose yourself so you don't come off as a psycho, or a idiot. As you draw near, the band looks up at you, one by one, shakes your hand, gives you a hug, asks if you liked the show, and did you have a good time. You are, bit by bit, being guided out of your fog of enchantment, then, oddly, you almost just step out of it and realize with suprise that these same people that can make you feel like you are walking in a dreamland, are suddenly making you feel like you went to high school with them. Like you could walk into your apartment one day, and the'd be hanging out with your roomate.
THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was my defining Anthrax moment.
