What else can I say?
// April 13th, 2007 // Comments Off // music
After so much shit to get a ticket, then losing it and never finding it, then having my Mum feel so bad for me for losing the original ticket that she bought me another one I did it: I fucking saw Slayer. I SAW SLAYER. One of the first metal bands that I ever listened to when I was a wee little girl which spawned my love for metal to this very day. I honestly couldn’t believe that I was even going to see them and I was so excited that I was rendered emotionless. While everyone around me was screaming out “Slayer!” and pumping their fists in the air during pre-drinks, I felt a bit disconnected from the situation.I knew that the original gig sold out in about 30 hours, but now at a bigger venue to accommodate for the people who missed out – I noticed there were a FUCK LOAD of people. It got me thinking – where the fuck at these people at all the other awesome metal gigs? There are so many great metal bands coming to Perth that sometimes it’s embarrassing to see a venue a bit empty. Other these people were huge Slayer fans and just didn’t give a fuck about any other band or that every other metal gig I have gone to has always been 18+ and therefore the crowd is reduced. I don’t really know what I prefer – a bigger crowd with everyone and stupid little kids (a majority of them anyway) or an 18+ crowd who act like stupid little kids. I understand it’s metal, but there should be a barrier between metalhead and barbarian.
For example, there were people who somehow thought that they were apes and started climbing the rafters and swinging from rafter to rafter in order to get a good spot to see Slayer. I kept thinking of cops rolling up and taking someone away in a body bag. That was definitely in my thoughts. I always thought people who did stupid shit like that and then drop down into the crowd were fucking asking for a pelting as someone else could get seriously hurt when all they wanted to do was go to a gig and enjoy it instead of being taken away in an ambulance with a broken something or other or being held up by their friends all night. If it weren’t for the watchful eyes of my boyfriend, I probably could have been one of those people. One of the assholes that climbed up on the rafter decided to slide down on a pole and could have landed on my fucking head had Roger not grabbed me out of the way. I can assure you that if I got hurt by that asshole, even if I had my neck broken, I would have probably tried to kick him in the nuts.
I just love the security at metal gigs, especially when the gigs are HUGE. Security think because their fat and big that somehow we will find them intimidating. It’s just funny to watch them pretend no one is doing anything wrong because all of a sudden they get scared when they see a sea of long hair and black EVERYTHING. It’s obvious that metalheads are on top of the food chain in regards to these kinds of things. We’re honestly not that scary. A lot of us are just hippies.. maybe.
Mastodon (pictured) are a band that went straight over my head. I have a couple of their albums, but decided after some time that we had to go our separate ways. It just wasn’t happening. They’re not my bag. And they weren’t that great on stage. It seemed as though they just went on stage to get paid or something. They didn’t even acknowledge the crowd until the end of their set which really sucks. HEY MAN, some of those kids were there to see YOU. And you acted like they didn’t even exist. That’s a HUGE No-no in my list of things bands should not do at gigs. They may have been a tight band, and the sound was decent, but they weren’t even worthy of being there. Mastodon’s lack of regard for their audience was greatly contrasted when Slayer got on stage. Tom Araya’s intro to every couple of song’s was just classic. Like when Corpsegrinder said to us “if you don’t go nuts to this song, I’ll kill you”.
I almost died when Slayer got on stage – not because it was finally happening, but because I couldn’t see SHIT thanks to the stupid smoke machine. People standing in front of me is fine – I can move. But the smoke machine? I was blinded for about 15 minutes.
I went nuts, like I usually do but I didn’t even attempt to sing any of the words because I really like hearing Tom sing, rather than myself. I took a whole bunch of photo’s but none of them turned out that great. Either way, I’ll put them up on my flickr sometime soon.. just so I have memories.
I don’t really know what to say other than i saw SLAYER last night and they fucking ruled! Sure, there were misgivings about almost being landed on, people standing in front of me, being blinded by the smoke, the sound being a bit so-so.. but it was still fucking awesome. Slayer came to Perth, and they fucking owned.
I love you Slayer. More than Coca Cola.
