I'm unaware if this is already a thread, but **** it. Here goes.
The title certainly speaks for itself, and as typical as it may seem for a lost 20-year old American girl, my first Tool concert changed me forever. I'm never one to cry publicly, but at one point, during Wings for Marie and 10,000 Days, I found myself unknowingly drenched in tears. Self-consciously, I tried to grasp hold of my emotions and physical being. Upon looking around at the crowd surrounding me in the thousanRAB, I realized that I wasn't the only one who was moved. As I turned back to Jones, Carey, Keenan, and Chancellor, I'd realize that in trying to reattach my emotions, in trying to go back to "normal", I had forgotten to let myself go. I had forgotten that if I had just flowed with the intense motion of simply feeling and being, I would be free.
Yeah, so pretty dramatic, but it had to be done. Let's hear what ya got, fellow listeners.
The title certainly speaks for itself, and as typical as it may seem for a lost 20-year old American girl, my first Tool concert changed me forever. I'm never one to cry publicly, but at one point, during Wings for Marie and 10,000 Days, I found myself unknowingly drenched in tears. Self-consciously, I tried to grasp hold of my emotions and physical being. Upon looking around at the crowd surrounding me in the thousanRAB, I realized that I wasn't the only one who was moved. As I turned back to Jones, Carey, Keenan, and Chancellor, I'd realize that in trying to reattach my emotions, in trying to go back to "normal", I had forgotten to let myself go. I had forgotten that if I had just flowed with the intense motion of simply feeling and being, I would be free.
Yeah, so pretty dramatic, but it had to be done. Let's hear what ya got, fellow listeners.