SATYRICON: BIG CITY DREAMS, BIG CITY TEAMS
There’s lots of “cliques” at black metal shows. The short Spanish crowd, the spiky goth chicks, the uh…white people (that’s me!), and the old farts. Well, they all came together last night, not just to see Satyricon…but as it turns out, you “grim” folk sure do love your baseball. I cracked up as a whole slew of you dudes raced down the stairs to watch the Yankee game in between opening bands. OHMYGAAHHH DID THEY WIN???? All the Facebook statuses and Tweets I’ve read since last night sure have made that unclear.
Anyway, the show was pretty great. Satyricon are “barely black metal” with catchy riffs, which is what I like about them. It’s feel good evil, as my friend, Seth says. I invite you all now to experience the seizure I had from the light show:
The band seems to love playing in New York, and it sounds like they won’t be back for a while, so I’m glad I went. The opener, Chthonic, are basically the Taiwanese version of Cradle of Filth, plus a bonus hot chick…if that means anything to any of you. But besides all that, I had the weirdest fucking dream I have ever had in my life this weekend. Hear me out:
I’m at the MTV Video Music Awards. Why? I don’t know. It was a fucking dream. I’m meeting random celebrities like Josh Homme, that fat comedian Monique, and George Lopez. (What a lineup!) An award is about to be presented on stage. Music starts playing and out comes Satyr with a shirt and no pants on, Risky Business style. He presents the award, everyone applauds, and then he turns around to reveal that he is wearing a thong. Holy. shit. ass. I’ve never been one of those stupid bitches who asks BOXERS OR BRIEFS?? but now I can’t help but wonder…
Did I mention Satyr is dreamy? I tried to go a whole post without mentioning that….oh well.
-Elise















