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A throbbing bass line, guitars that sound like chainsaws

cutting through steel, and vocals that soar, blast, and blind

like Beasts from the Book of Revelation. A frenzied mob. A pit

full of flailing arms, hands, hair and everywhere flying sweat and

cheap beer. Clearly a reaction to years and years and years

of repression.        Tigers pressing against the glass.

Finally

the glass breaks.

 

From my seat in my late fifties I remember the mania,

the blurry nights, the inexplicable black eyes, the general mayhem

at 2:35AM. The perpetual ringing in my ears

a small souvenir.