The lesbian next to me got so riled up about getting to the front that she punched a girl, in front of her, in the head. Too bad. The girl got kicked out of the crowd by security right before Metric was going to come on too.
I must say, happening to only recently listen to Metric, they are superb (sorry can't think of any really descriptive adjectives). When I first go to any rowdy events, I feel foolish and not into it because it's not like I'm dancing throughout the day getting pumped up, but by the end, it was sweet release. Letting go, dancing all over the place, jumping up and down. God. It was amazing. Swinging your head around and not having to deal with mosh pits and crowd surfers but still being able to jump around and not give a shit. It was something that the Epik High concert was missing; however, I respect their message just as much. The lights, the atmosphere, everything was so worth going to; even Emily Haines, her words and her meanings weren't meant to be depressing, rather thoughtful and pulsating.
Can I also say that I get weak-in-the-knees for drummers? They are just very delicious to watch, especially if they actually have talent! I mean all the other members of Metric are ::licks lips:: --men and woman--but I would totally jump the drummer of Metric. If I ever had a type, he would be it. He came forth at the end of their performance and I could see black tape on his slender fingers and I almost melted into a puddle. I am so pitiful. haha
Gosh. I'm terrible at reviews. It's difficult to explain when it's a feeling that really grabs me, akin to an invisible hand reaching out and entering my body, gripping my heart and giving it a fond squeeze.
Additionally, I saw an old man get wheeled out on a stretcher into an ambulance at 11 something PM. At 12 something AM, I saw the face of a year old baby on the train. Quite striking, 'enit'? Life and death juxtaposed.
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