I’ve been avoiding posting about this here because I don’t wanna get any bullshit from kids again. There were so many kids at the show and so few old faces.  We drove around Boston running errands,  “Remember the Knit?  When Nicky Money jumped from the balcony?”  “Remember the fight at Hellfest?”  And on and on and on. Here’s the thing:  You’ll get older.  You’ll go to fewer shows.  But all it will take is a song and it all comes back.  American Nightmare was the soundtrack to a huge chunk of my life.  It was nice to go back and visit that place for a night.  I listened to the songs over and over again on the train back to NYC.  That part of my life may be over but I guess I learned this week that a part of me will never leave hardcore.  It’s always lurking inside. (Photo isn’t mine.  I was sent it.  By someone who found it on the B9 board.  No one get pissy with me.)

I’ve been avoiding posting about this here because I don’t wanna get any bullshit from kids again.

There were so many kids at the show and so few old faces. 

We drove around Boston running errands,  “Remember the Knit?  When Nicky Money jumped from the balcony?”  “Remember the fight at Hellfest?”  And on and on and on.

Here’s the thing:  You’ll get older.  You’ll go to fewer shows.  But all it will take is a song and it all comes back. 

American Nightmare was the soundtrack to a huge chunk of my life.  It was nice to go back and visit that place for a night.  I listened to the songs over and over again on the train back to NYC.  That part of my life may be over but I guess I learned this week that a part of me will never leave hardcore.  It’s always lurking inside.

(Photo isn’t mine.  I was sent it.  By someone who found it on the B9 board.  No one get pissy with me.)