have you ever known what it is to compare the feeling of pure ecstasy to something inanimate? have you ever wanted to say that something intangible was alive? you're allowed to, no one can stop you. go ahead and call that show you saw at a small, crowded local venue "alive"; it at least felt like it was, didn't it? you know you felt a fucking heartbeat during the entire set and that you lost yourself in a wake of noise and motion along with the crowd and the band (who played the floor instead of the stage). every bit of that heartfelt 45 minutes was full of life and passion, it was beautiful and you wish it could have lasted forever... go for it, check the merch booth for a CD or a shirt. one of the bands is selling their shirts for $5? they do all the designs and graphics themselves? maybe you'll stick around for them......
now that's music.
