Good Vibrations
posted on Saturday, March 12, 2011 @ 12:44 PM
I need to go to the show tomorrow night. I NEED a night out where I can scream and dance and sing along with a crowd. I haven't been to any concerts in about a year, and there's just something so freeing about them. You get crushed in the crowd of sweaty, flailing fans and dodge arms and fists and feet and you don't care that you are claustrophobic or hate groups of people. You forget that loud noises bother you and crowds make you panic. Because you are a part of something. The crowd is one, the music is the binder. The beat and the noise and the vibrations are the heartbeat that make you GO. It's pure adrenaline. It's the need for survival in this stampede of people. It's the ability to scream and scream and scream and no one can even hear you because the speakers drown you out. You are alive, but you are invisible, you are not an individual but a shadow or an arm, or a leg, but not a person. It's too loud and too cramped for you to be a person. No one can hear you, no one can see you, so no one can judge you or criticize you. You are just another limb in this moving mass of human electricity.