Hey hey Blogger world! I've been MIA lately...sorry about that. I took a mini vacation down to Cornado Island this past week to celebrate my *gasp* 28th birthday. Fun times were had. I also enjoyed one of the gnarliest concert/time travel experiences last week, watching amazing Iron Maiden, Metallica and Rage Against The Machine tribute bands perform at the House of Blues in Anaheim. I should be back to blogging soon, but til then:
in the next morning, could not keep up with these wild teenagers doing multiple stage dives all fucking night. The band has simply blown up beyond my wildest expectations. Each year/album they get bigger and bigger, attracting even younger and younger fans. This is good, this makes their shows exciting, fun and memorable. But now I relegate my role strictly as an observer and am no longer an active participant. I was done. Since then I've learned to enjoy BDM shows from the back of the venue, occasionally making my way down to the floor for a song or two to try and catch Shannon Lucas shredding the fuck out of his drums. This is why I surprised myself last time Dahlia rolled through SoCal (with Obscura). I was in the back chillin' when they played some old songs that peeked my interest and brought me down to the floor. Next thing you know they're playing "A Vulgar Picture" off Miasma and I'm standing next to Trevor doing a stage dive. WTF? haha.
I don't even remember how I got up there but I think it has something to do with this song. Mainly, that fucking riff at the 2:36 mark of the video.
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