Have you ever seen someone dance so hard that their hands combusted into a bloody mess?
There are a variety of responses one could have to witnessing something like this. It's a symbol of violent, passionate severe love, and I felt it too, because it couldn't help but spread through the crowd. The 24-odd people who stood around the venue got more than they asked for. I met one person there who had heard of The Tough Alliance, everyone else seemed to be there more or less for beer and a place to be on a Saturday night. Once the music started, the crowd was swept away forever. The tornado effect.
Once they were done, most everyone left, a few girls with long hair and tall drinks danced together on the sticky floor, and the rest stood by the bar to get their last sips in. I stood there too, wondering how I was going to get home (which was 6 hours away), and got my phone out to call a cab to get to the greyhound station. Before I could get my call in, I was distracted by a couple of drunk "dudes" slapping the back of Eric Berglund, yelling things like "holy fucking shit, man!" and "keep it up dude, that was fucking insane!" I didn't know what to do, and I really didn't expect to feel the gut-dropping sensation of being star-strucked. I mean, there were about 8 people there, and I was nervous all the sudden. He looked over at me and I focused all my attention on the floor. When I looked up he said in his scratchy english, "people say things...I do not know..."
and scratched his neck. "Are you okay?" I asked, indicating to his bloody hands. "Why would I not be?" he said. More directly, I pointed. Looking down at them he said, "Oh! I suppose not...how the fuck...?"
Henning Furst made himself known which I figured was their cue to take off. I didn't have much time to think, so I grabbed Eric, made some noise about how I felt about everything in the moment, and got outa there fast.
Little did I know that was only the beginning of my adventure. I got home the next day, though it felt like much longer. I was almost put in a similar place that Eric must have been in while his hands went on smashing themselves without his knowing.
Wednesday
If I could bring you to my hood
Have you ever seen someone dance so hard that their hands combusted into a bloody mess?
There are a variety of responses one could have to witnessing something like this. It's a symbol of violent, passionate severe love, and I felt it too, because it couldn't help but spread through the crowd. The 24-odd people who stood around the venue got more than they asked for. I met one person there who had heard of The Tough Alliance, everyone else seemed to be there more or less for beer and a place to be on a Saturday night. Once the music started, the crowd was swept away forever. The tornado effect.
Once they were done, most everyone left, a few girls with long hair and tall drinks danced together on the sticky floor, and the rest stood by the bar to get their last sips in. I stood there too, wondering how I was going to get home (which was 6 hours away), and got my phone out to call a cab to get to the greyhound station. Before I could get my call in, I was distracted by a couple of drunk "dudes" slapping the back of Eric Berglund, yelling things like "holy fucking shit, man!" and "keep it up dude, that was fucking insane!" I didn't know what to do, and I really didn't expect to feel the gut-dropping sensation of being star-strucked. I mean, there were about 8 people there, and I was nervous all the sudden. He looked over at me and I focused all my attention on the floor. When I looked up he said in his scratchy english, "people say things...I do not know..."
and scratched his neck. "Are you okay?" I asked, indicating to his bloody hands. "Why would I not be?" he said. More directly, I pointed. Looking down at them he said, "Oh! I suppose not...how the fuck...?"
Henning Furst made himself known which I figured was their cue to take off. I didn't have much time to think, so I grabbed Eric, made some noise about how I felt about everything in the moment, and got outa there fast.
Little did I know that was only the beginning of my adventure. I got home the next day, though it felt like much longer. I was almost put in a similar place that Eric must have been in while his hands went on smashing themselves without his knowing.
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