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[janradder]

It's two days later and my body is still sore from seeing X on Saturday night.

I really thought about not going.  Really.  I watched a video of a recent live performance by X and was kind of embarrassed for them -- not so much because of them but because of the audience -- they were just so stiff and awkward and looked like they were paid to be there.  So I kind of went back and forth about and when I saw that I could go see the MN Rollergirls and X, I bought tickets.

I have not enjoyed seeing a live band this much since I saw Mission of Burma in 2002.  People started slamming so I jumped into the pit, which is something I really haven't done since I went to see hardcore matinees at CBGB's in the 80's.  I really and truly cannot describe how much fun I had jumping, pogoing, slamming into people, being pushed around, falling into crowds, trying to keep from falling -- I know it sounds crazy but it was just incredible.  All day, yesterday, I just kept thinking back to the night before, running songs through my head, remembering dancing, remembering how it felt to feel like I was being propelled by the music, driven by the drums and bass.

I haven't felt this good and this excited about music in years.  I've felt so wishy-washy about music for so long.  Nothing I listen to on the radio really gets my full attention, live bands that I've seen, while I've enjoyed, haven't completely grabbed me.  But after Saturday night, I feel like I've been listening to music again in a way that I haven't for years -- just listening to it and enjoying it for what it is.  Man, was that a good show, and my neck and arms and legs still hurt.

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[haddayr.livejournal.com]

I know I was too gimpy Saturday night to go, but I wish I could have been there -- mainly to see the smile on your face, I think. But also: pogoing! With people old enough to know what that is! Woot!