Life Experiences

Bocktoberfest ’06 Ends with a Bang! — Godsmack

Posted on October 17, 2006. Filed under: Bocktoberfest, Godsmack, Godsmack Mosh Pit, journalistic, Life Experiences, Shiner, TX | Tags: , , , |

Bocktoberfest ‘06 

Bocktoberfest ’06 ended with a bang, and I’m not talking about the fireworks. I’m talking about Godsmack. After having just finished a tour through Texas, they came back to unleash an unstoppable force that ended with a Bang.

On “One Rainy Day”, in Shiner, TX, (pop-2200) there were around 10k people (and every sheriff and law enforcement agent in the County) in the middle nowhere in a field. Blue October was playing, leading up to Godsmack, and the tension in the crowd started to build. Those of us who know the heart of the music lies up front in the pit started to push forward through the sea of people. You could only get so far before you hit an impenetrable wall, unwilling to move and put more distance between themselves and the soon coming Voodoo. People banded together and formed a human wall, shoulder to shoulder, to not let others pass.

And then it began….A loud crack sounded and you could feel that everyone around you had jumped a little, the same as you had. Instantly, these tired, drunk, folks whom had been standing around for 10 hours, were suddenly juiced with adrenaline and ready to go.

As the tension rose and the song began the sea of people began to move. This movement continued to build in intensity until Godsmack left the stage and took the life of the crowd with them…. Determined to make it to the pit and get in to the action and good viewing distance of Godsmack, we pushed forward. As people left the front, others quickly filled their place. The further we got, the more intense it got. All the while, Godsmack released energy like I have never experienced. This was my third show and so far, the best yet.

 Sully was on fire, hypnotizing the crowd with his Voodoo that we so love him for. He brought the pit to a rage with “Keep Away” and “Enemy”. Soon after, the Pink Security Squad stepped in. Out of nowhere, suddenly someone was being drug from the pit over our heads and over the fence. After that, there must have been 5 more guys removed and 1 unfortunate girl who got pulled in to the pit and had no clue what to do. Several of the guys were basically yanked over the fence and dropped, to only jump up and run off, screaming like idiots, back to the front of the pit. I watched as this surreal abduction scene took place in front of me, while remaining steadfast in my position in the pit. We all unleashed our anger as we were pushed and pulled. We drank in the high of the adrenaline while staying in complete tune with the music that drove us to a feverish bliss.

Then, when we thought the intensity could not get any higher, Sully and Shannon performed their legendary dual drum solo. The beat became the heart of the pit, rythmically empowering us. Sully pulled off several beautifully timed pauses where he threw a stick up in the air, caught it, and then drove back in to the drums in perfect sync with Shannon.

Shiner Texas became one as we all sang “Whatever” with Sully. As 10,000 people sang the words “Go Away!” they released their anger in the loudest voice possible, combining to create the largest electrical vibe I have ever felt. The emotions were thicker than the smoke that rose from the pit.

“Shinedown” was a refreshing experience of sweat and tears as the pit stood still and I stood, hands up, singing and staring at the light that permeated through and around Sully as he sang. So far, the show had been an unleashing of hate, pain, and if nothing else, pure adrenaline. We now stood their cleansed and restored, like cells collecting and storing energy to use later.

Shinedown - Blessed be Sully!

 

Through the show Sully displayed precision and perfection with every instrument he touched. His leads and solos on the guitar, harmonica, and drums were flawless. The words he sang were suddenly spoken in to existence and imbued upon us and through us. Shannon, the heart of the band, kept the blood flowing with his amazing beat. Tony and Robbie played some amazing riffs on the guitar and bass. All the while moving across the stage interacting with the crowd, enjoying it just as much as every other person in Shiner that day.

When the time came and Godsmack finally walked off of the stage, Tony stayed behind. He played an amazing song that provided the perfect ending and gently brought us back down from the cloud we had been on.

As the crowd turned to mere people again and slowly walked away, the fireworks started and I stood staring at the stage, unwilling to give up the moment, unwilling to come back to reality. When I gave in to the inevitable and turned away I saw the aftermath. There were several ambulances, security and police everywhere, and the trash was the new walking surface. Then, suddenly, as the festival ended the scavengers and police came out with flashlights walking through the trash looking for anything that might be interesting.

As I walked as slow as I could, back to my car, I absorbed everything I could of the experience before I left.

Thank you Godsmack for the “Serenity” and Shiner for your energy! I hope to see you two together again some day…

And one last thing….. Thanks to the people in the pit! Without you, the vibe would have been wasted. Thanks to you who had my back, and to those of you who didn’t, I’m sure you remember me….

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Expression and Depression

Posted on September 1, 2006. Filed under: Blogroll, journalistic, Life Experiences, Media Control, misconceptions, Poetry, politics | Tags: , , , |

We all have our own way of escape and just like the 60’s & 70’s came and went with their fads, so our ways of dealing with life have changed. Some found their way of escape through simply repressing the daily burdens that come with life. In this era many became hardened and their children felt the effects of life’s obstacles. The music of the time speaks true to this. Television on the other hand, chose to ignore most of this…Filtering what the audience knew and could be affected by. There is nothing to worry about or fight about if no one knows about it, right?

Then the children of the repressed decided to deal with things in a different manner. In a way, they still repressed everything and were blissfully ignorant. They sought drugs and stimulants to drown out any problems and live in a high where everything is ok. They committed themselves to causes and helping their fellow brother, instead of worrying about the issues that were close to home. They chose to love to an extreme, instead of fight.

The next generation thought that the previous escape needed tweaking and they took it to a different end of the spectrum. They favored showing their anger in a physical, yet fashionable manner. They exposed themselves through their clothes, hair, makeup, and music. Everything was extreme, everything was fake, and everything was public and in your face. This is where journalism really started to take it to the next level. They started reporting and “idealizing” these extreme mannerisms. It did not take long for this to catch on as an avenue to show your individuality. Everyone wanted to be different and yet equal….Noticed and yet left alone.

Since, our manner has slowly progressed, but we have not made any drastic changes in our methods. We still express ourselves by the way we look, and use our music as a mode of release and refuge. Today, we use a combination of manners to deal with our emotions. We either repress it, drown it, take it out on someone else, or simply deal with it and move on.

The main change is that nothing is set in stone today and it’s nearly impossible to tell what is true. Media has perfected portraying situations and people. It has proved an effective means to control the knowledge we are given and the way that we feel. This is the one thing that has remained through our phases and it is now deep rooted in us to rely on other people for our knowledge of the world and the way we should feel about it. We are shown but clips and glimpses in to life as it is now and we are given storybook images of popular public figures; things that we are suppose to support and feel comforted by. On the other hand, we are shown the bad and ugly, things to oppose and fight. In these clips and glimpses that we are provided we miss all of the normal, mundane, and obscure… that someone, somewhere, decided wasn’t important for us to know, or maybe thought, why make everyone worry?

I leave you with this question, “What is your means of expression and just how much do you know about what is going on today….And these things you think you know….Can you prove them with facts?” After asking myself these questions I was inspired to write the poetic ramble below. I hope you enjoy, and even more so, I hope that you think…

Swayed Reality

I live my life based on you, telling me what I can and cannot do. Most of my knowledge is simply second hand and most of these things I don’t understand. We have stretched our arms too far and wide, when we come you had better hide. You’ll become our host and take our shape and form…Once you are transformed, the only escape is being reborn.

We tell you what we want you to hear and let you watch what we want you to see. We have molded our own little version of reality. It’s a little too much like the Matrix, now that I think. You can open your eyes now, it’s time to un-link. Escape this mass-slavery, which is in fact what we are…Our masters are just nicer than most, or they are so far…

Next time you hear something that is said, listen carefully for your decisions make your bed….Where you will sleep for the rest of your days, get up and open your eyes….Come out of the haze.

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Blogging Idiocy

Posted on August 14, 2006. Filed under: Blogroll, journalistic, Life Experiences |

There are some real pieces of work out there in the blogging community, and that is putting it nicely…

For someone who has just recently started blogging, I am all hyped. After getting my blogg set up I started to network myself on sites such as NowPublic and reddit, trying to bring traffic to my blog. I’ve been like a little kid anticpating Christmas and presents. I have been patient and excited, but unfortunately the first comment I got was the Christmas equivalent of getting a bag of switches….

A commenter who named himself Xiol had this to say about my blog:

“You suck. Spamming your shitty blog on Reddit.”

Hmm, this makes me think. What kind of intelligence do we have out there in the blogging community that we resort to such pettiness. I mean, come on, is there nothing better to do with your time than trash someone’s blog, probably before you even read it. Secondly, just how old are you?

Despite my first comment coming in the form of idiocy, I am undeterred in my efforts. So what, if Xiol, thinks my blog is shit. I don’t and I’m sure there are others that agree.

I recently read an article titled “How NOT to Comment on Comments” that I think every blogger should read. If you are going to make a comment, put some thought and effort in to it. Don’t be like Xiol and spew the first thing that comes from your mouth, because like any spew it’s a close relative of shit.

That being said, thank you Xiol, for your wonderful insite in to the Blogging idiocy out there in the community. Despite your effort to dishearten me you have only ignited my passion and please, do look forward to my future “spamming of my shitty blog on reddit”. I hope to get more intelligible comments from you. What insight your provide…Here is a gift for your efforts…

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