#lovedead

I remember at El Corazon when the drunk pricks were heckling because all the other bands pushed their setups and set times and they cut yours and the sound check wasn’t finished and you had to start anyway and I still had a good time but damn the folks there were toxic and I realized I hated that crowd and never went to an industrial concert again because damn they were petty bitches.

I wanted to walk up to the mixer and balance the audio feed myself, but that would have gotten me kicked out at the very least and I wanted to watch the show. Drove me absolutely crazy that the audio guy wasn’t fixing it. Like... why have someone stationed at the mixer at all if they aren’t going to balance it? IDK maybe I was being petty too. Maybe there’s more that I don’t understand.

I was far more disappointed in the crowd that night. I saw that it wasn’t my scene, not really. Too many edgy jerks. They reacted just like the old rock and rollers of the same generation. Too eager to hate the humans around them. Too weak to stand up to their friends who were being mean. So afraid of being ostracized by their scene that they would betray anyone just to stay in the clique. Just like Mean Girls only they were grown men playing out their very own drama queen fantasies.