I enjoy going to shows alone. In fact since I quit drinking, metal shows are basically my singles scene (never went through the first 12 steps, so how am I gonna make it to the 13th?) In the past week I went to two shows. Slough Feg, the San Francisco geek metal gods, and the Snapcase/108/Supertouch reunion benefit show at The Williamsburg Hall of Music.
I went to see Slough Feg the day before Thanksgiving and it wasn't techincally a solo excursion since I ran into a dude friend on the way. Still, I believe I was the only woman who was at the show who was under 30, not a groupie, and/or a girlfriend. I ran into several friends once there, all of them male, and was introduced to a rotund middle-aged Norwegian with long blond hair and a full beard. His name was John and he looked like a heavy metal gnome. John later confided to me that he had once been my MySpace friend but I had deleted him. I vaguely remember approving some odd request and then realizing I didn't know this person and deleting him after I got kicked out of Battletorn (Omid thought it would be a good idea that I approve requests of "fans" since it would be good for the band since, you know, I'm a chick.) Anyway, that totally weirded me out because all that internet business went down two years ago. However, what's the point of all this? Two days later Omid informed me that John went by another name and that name was Metalion.
Metallion was a key figure in the early Norwegian Black Metal scene and helmed Slayer Zine. He is well documented in Lords of Chaos, a book I have read too many times. He was pretty much friends with all of my nerd heroes. Funny, I had no idea who he was. I just thought he was an odd Norwegian who was oddly upset by my internet snubbing of him and who was a little creepy for wanting a hug.
Regardless, Slough Feg was amazing. No one was there. Everybody missed out. Mike Scalzi went shirtless aside from a paisley vest. And they are pretty much the best band out there, even though they are totally old. Blah blah blah. I am sick of tired of trying to share awesome things with people and have them not pay any attention to them. I am going to have to become a selfish bastard who directs all righteousness inward.
Then two nights ago I met up with Zach to go see Supertouch play a secret reunion show with Snapcase and 108. Basically I was transported back to 1997. I remember walking to high school listening to both Snapcase and 108 on my WALKMAN. Pre-Discman people. Weird. When 108 played Deathbed I pretty much freaked out and sang along, somehow I still knew the words. Hare Krishna hardcore, could there have been a better bandwagon? Zach bailed on me as soon as Supertouch was done leaving me a lone warrior for Snapcase. I can't remember getting such hard staredowns at a show. The crowd was amazing, I'll post some video footage soon, YouTube is totally fucking me over tonight. A very pregant chick was dancing her ass off next to me and in front of me was some douchebag wearing a "The scene is not dead...it's just out of shape" tshirt. That night totally made everything all right.