Salzhaus, Winterthur, 24.4.2018

I finally made it to my first A Place To Bury Strangers concert, also called the loudest band of New York City. I don’t remember when and how they came onto my radar, but I know that for several years, I always had another concert or thing going when they were playing an accessible venue. This time, I bought the tickets well ahead, and as I like the venue, I thought I wouldn’t mind taking the train to the Salzhaus. But after work, I nearly skipped once more, as I was too drained from long weeks of fruitless job and vain family stories, and last but not least, my fripping neighbour who starts swearing whenever I so much as cough or let a biro fall… anyway, it was that same neighbour who made me go, when I nearly had decided to stay in, in going on sending another bucketload of depletes upstairs for I even don’t recall what reason. So, thanks to him for having me flee my flat tonight!

I just read up a couple of blogs on APTBS – and yes, I fully agree, they are loud, and no, there is nothing one needs to understand.

It was definitely a unique moment where I was only in the present, in the sound, in the crowd, with the band and all the others. It was good to let my hair down, it was all happiness in the middle of a sparse but really interested and present crowd, it was jumping around – and yeah, ok, it was too loud to do it without earplugs, but it was so that I didn’t get that usual feeling of being shut out. It was there, it was great. it was black, alright, but it felt like strength, energy, and intensity.

Author: a bit of everything and beyond

music lover with no aspiration to be a critique, but who gave in to a need to vent a bit online and who decided to do that on one of my hobbies, after a particularly intense concert

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