As I got bit older, from a distance I’d watch these people turn into zombies and in unison go ape sh*t cuckoo at concerts, screaming, drug themselves into stupors and do all kinds of weird stuff...Then I thought, wait a minute, all these people are doing the big chicken over sound...Like a pied piper came along and suddenly all these people allowed this “Sound” to take them away, (pun intended) sometimes for good. It’s just noise, some of which sounds like the inside of a machine shop.
Very odd.
“sounds like the inside of a machine shop.”
Hey - I worked in a machine shop. Music (mostly soft music) to my ears. Things were produced.
I always wondered why people would get obliterated at concerts. You spend all this money and effort to go to a show just to pass out or black out and miss the whole experience? Seems kind of stupid, actually.
I never understood the mass hysteria I witnessed at concerts. I felt like an outsider — like an anthropologist observing a strange phenomenon.