...was after the System of a Down show at the Barrowlands in like, March 2002.
I was 15 and absolutly fucking blown away. I'd been to gigs before at the Garage, or sitting down at the SECC.
But, first barras gig, I couldn't even fathom how awesome it was that there were all these other people who were into really heavy music, that allowed an outlet for so many negative and raging feelings and yeah, you felt part of something big and mysterious, and yet the overall purpose of the event was have a good time.
It has just hit me today, whilst rediscovering SOAD's back catalogue what to call that night, 'a celebration of rage'.
But of course, at the time I had no way to possibly communicate just what the hell had happened that night to people at school the next day.
Not that they gave a shit anyway.
I was the rock kid.
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I get that feeling after most gigs or a really good club night - when that dies I will gladly put away the black eye liner and red lipstick xx
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