bodies rubbing against each other. everything smells of sweat, marijuana, body odor, and beer. no one has a sense of direction; falling upon each other, pushing and straining for air. the bass from the speakers vibrate your pant legs. the artists' words are inaudible, sounding like a drunk slurring his words together. crowd-surfing audience-members occasionally pass over your head and you reach up to help pass them along. during the encore, a circle of tipping over hipsters and gangsters formed in the middle, as i grabbed onto a pole for security. as the turmoil occurred, swollen members never took a breath from their free-styling ways, and continued to watch the stupidity and pandemonium caused by the crowd below them.in one word the concert was
magical.
mp3: Black Magic-Swollen Members
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