Where did all the passion go?

Smoke and lights on the stage, smoke and mirrors on the floor, in the pit.  You don’t impress anyone with that violent flailing of your limbs, at least no one I know.  Omaha used to be a place where the music mattered most and all the musicians had heart.  Now it feels like these kids are all fooling themselves and I’m a crabby old man.
It makes me sad, thinking about thing this way.  You know, a couple of years ago I would have no problem with what I was seeing but now I just feel like I’ve lost all hope in the youth of today who all wear the same band t-shirts because they all went to the same shows.  Were things like this when I was big into the heavy music scene or have all these kids just gravitated towards this music because they think it sets them apart?
What really bothers me most is the kids that will start fights at shows because someone pushed them the wrong way while they were pinwheeling their arms and kicking at nothing.  Violence begets violence whether you’re intentionally striking someone or not.  That’s just the dumb brutes that this mindlessness seems to bring out of the woodwork. They are so passionate about the music they love that they’ll make complete fools of themselves but can’t stand anyone different.  It’s that elitest mentality that really drove me away from the hardcore scene long ago.
To make things worse, you have all this passion wrapped around and centered in violence yet I can’t find anyone passionate enough to start a band and stick with it.  There’s no commitment or drive in anyone around here anymore.  It feels like me and my friend are the only dedicated musicians looking to start a band in this entire godforesaken town.
Why do I rant?  Because I saw a sea of kids screaming their lungs out for an amazing band and I thought to myself two things. First, where does this passion go when they leave this venue?  Surely, there are musicians amongst them.  Second, why can’t it be me on that stage again?  It has been almost 3 years since my last band broke up.  Playing shows becomes an addiction once you get them regularly.  I want to be back up in the lights making people move and evoking some sort of passion from people.  That is what I miss most.  I’m still working towards putting something together but I have to admit that my will is fading and it is taking every bit of my will not to give up after what I saw tonight.
Oh, to once again bathe in the hot lights and drown in my own sweat pumping out adrenaline through speakers monitors.  To be the one who got in and vomited everything inside out onto the crowd in soundwaves.  Keeping wristbands and passes as reminders and mementos, man.  I want to be back up on that stage again.

Smoke and lights on the stage, smoke and mirrors on the floor, in the pit.  You don’t impress anyone with that violent flailing of your limbs, at least no one I know.  Omaha used to be a place where the music mattered most and all the musicians had heart.  Now it feels like these kids are all fooling themselves and I’m a crabby old man.

It makes me sad, thinking about thing this way.  You know, a couple of years ago I would have no problem with what I was seeing but now I just feel like I’ve lost all hope in the youth of today who all wear the same band t-shirts because they all went to the same shows.  Were things like this when I was big into the heavy music scene or have all these kids just gravitated towards this music because they think it sets them apart?

What really bothers me most is the kids that will start fights at shows because someone pushed them the wrong way while they were pinwheeling their arms and kicking at nothing.  Violence begets violence whether you’re intentionally striking someone or not.  That’s just the dumb brutes that this mindlessness seems to bring out of the woodwork. They are so passionate about the music they love that they’ll make complete fools of themselves but can’t stand anyone different.  It’s that elitest mentality that really drove me away from the hardcore scene long ago.

To make things worse, you have all this passion wrapped around and centered in violence yet I can’t find anyone passionate enough to start a band and stick with it.  There’s no commitment or drive in anyone around here anymore.  It feels like me and my friend are the only dedicated musicians looking to start a band in this entire godforesaken town.

Why do I rant?  Because I saw a sea of kids screaming their lungs out for an amazing band and I thought to myself two things. First, where does this passion go when they leave this venue?  Surely, there are musicians amongst them.  Second, why can’t it be me on that stage again?  It has been almost 3 years since my last band broke up.  Playing shows becomes an addiction once you get them regularly.  I want to be back up in the lights making people move and evoking some sort of passion from people.  That is what I miss most.  I’m still working towards putting something together but I have to admit that my will is fading and it is taking every bit of my will not to give up after what I saw tonight.

Oh, to once again bathe in the hot lights and drown in my own sweat pumping out adrenaline through speakers monitors.  To be the one who got in and vomited everything inside out onto the crowd in soundwaves.  Keeping wristbands and passes as reminders and mementos, man.  I want to be back up on that stage again.

All rants aside, it was good to finally get to see some national acts back in Omaha.  Seeing iwrestledabearonce was amazing and they should not have opened that show.  August Burns Red was like watching someone punch you in the face over and over again.  It was hot and it was sweaty but man, it was good to see some good music live again.  I just wish it was me again…

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