hello mr. cello

Myself and a new comrade, Jason, legged our way to the "El Corazon" for a concert last night. One of the ugly things about living in the city is that when you have to "go," there is no where. We went into a McDonald's and there was a security guard next to the bathroom and he said we each needed to make a purchase before we could RELIEVE ourselves. So, I bought two small fries, and we were granted permission to the bathrooms. -I guess that complication explains why, while walking around, I am often overcome by a strong, urine odor. I mean, homeless people can't afford fries just so they can pee indoors.

Anyway, after walking quite a distance, we made it to the club and stood in line to be frisked and pay admission. Inside, was completely black, just like all of the patrons. I'm pretty sure we were the only ones not wearing all black. The opening band, "Eyes of Fire," well-represented the crowd as they yelled into the microphones, at the full length of their vocal chords, "IIII HAAAATTEEEE YOOOOOOOOU!" We were fortunate enough to be at the very front of the stage, directly under two large speakers.

At the end of their performance, the drummer threw his drumstick out into the crowd. It ricocheted off of the hardcore fan standing near me and fell to the ground where I bended and snapped just in time to snatch the drumstick. The darkly dressed girl, with a lisp, angrily murmered, "oh my goth..."

Several minutes later, the crowd began to woop and holler as the group members of Apocalyptica filled the stage. There were four cellists and a drummer. They lacked vocals, but made up for it with their electric-orchestral sound. They re-did songs like "Nothing Else Matters" and other rad, heavy songs. -There were parts where the whole crowd sang along, so I'm pretty sure they are popular songs, but I'm not very adept when it comes to screamo.

Yeah, so I am officially bad-ass and I am bringin' out my black apparel.