Punk rock show
the scream of the crowd, the putrid smell, and the ear ringing music hit me as I walked into the door of the venue that would change me for the rest of my life. It was the place where I found where I truly belonged, and the scene where I was truly accepted.
The night in question started on july 3rd 2005. My best friend joel has just gotten 2 tickets to a show at the baoumont club in westport missouri. He came to my house and jumped on me and told me to get up and get dressed. I asked him where we were going? All he told me was to get ready to have my entire personality ripped apart and put back together a new. I had no idea what that meant. So I just put on a shirt, a pair of jeans, and got into the car with him.
There was a huge line outside of the venue, filled with tastless, filthy, and digenerate youth. And I have never felt more at home. These were the kids that made your problems sound as if they were nothing at all. All I could hear were bits and pieces of some of the most disgusting, violant, and most hilarious things I have ever heard in my life. After about a half hour we got to the head of the line. And as I walked in I knew that I was in for a life changing experience.
As I walked into the club I was hit with a flurry of different things. The smell was so intense I thought I would pass out. It smelled like rotten eggs in over aged beer, the kind of things you imagine a bum smelling like. The lights were so bright I felt that if I was to look directly into them I would instantly go blind. And the music was so loud I thought that my ear drums were going to explode. All of these things I loved and brought me closer and closer into the scene that is known as punk rock.
The loud music, the acepting crowd, the obnoxious behavior, some people ask me why I go to the shows, and hang with the people? I do it because its me, these people may not be my friends, but at least they are true to themselves. I see people every day judge, mock, and laugh at these kids everyday, but I kno that they are good people. They know who they are, and so do I.