Last Saturday

Ok, I've been wanting to tell this story for a while, but never got around to it. Not proofread:

Last saturday I went to a reggae concert. The opening band had an interesting blend between metal and dancehall. Band name is Fear Nuttin Band. Basically, guitars using distortion doing the dancehall beat. Two guitarists who were fairly good (better than I, but that isn't hard). A bassist that looked like he could kill me. A drummer that I not once looked at. And two black dudes singing for them. They had thick Jamaican accents, but the band was from Massachusetts, so I don't buy the Jamaican thing. Sounded cool, though.

The second band was a local act who just got back from touring so all their loyal fans were out getting smashed and listening to the jams. This was the first time I'd seen them live, but I've had the cd for a while. A lot better live because the singers voice doesn't carry too well on an eight track or digital recorder... whatever was used, it wasn't a top of the line studio. Band name, Soldiers of Jah Army.

I did not have a good time. Why, one may ask, because I love reggae music. Well, I had one beer when I got there, so I wasn't even close to getting drunk. Next, which relates back to the first reason, people were all up in my personal space. I wouldn't have minded had they been pretty, but they weren't. If I've learned one thing from Paul, it is that ugly people aren't worth the time of day.

Beyond my degree of comfortableness, the show all around was a shame. First, the crowd singing along to every word about peace and unity were shoving each other (not moshing) and throwing beers on people. These two fat dames that kept bumping into me shoved two guys into the crowd and screamed "don't come back," for bumping them on the way to the bathroom. Then their testosterone filled boyfriend chased after him. The guy was a douche bag (guy who got pushed) because he stood right in front of me for a little while with his ass all up on my shit. I started dancing, even though not in dancing mood, just to get him to leave. Anyways, he was a d-bag, but he didn't deserve that. And at a reggae concert of all places.

I have a feeling that reggae music and that scene is starting to be takin from us friendly folk by frat boy college kids that continuously think they are tough shit.

Another thing I noticed... the bands name is Soldiers of Jah Army. They are soldiers in an army, preaching about too much war and not enough peace. To which I added, "I disagree. I think there isn't enough." My bud thought that we were at a good equilibrium, though. We've decided to try and write a song about not enough violence in the world. Probably won't happen, but I like the idea of a reggae song about not enough death. I think I've had this idea in the past, so it shows how far I've gotten with it.

Plus, the bassist in SOJA sings the Jamaican deep voice stuff and he is extremely white, and just looks rather douchish himself dancing around on stage.