There aren't many people who have ever heard the story about my very first adventure into NYC. It was roughly 13 years ago. I went with the ex & his friend to see this band. I was told it was a good band. Apparently we all had different definitions of "good".
We went to see this band called Crisis. The lead singer's name is Karyn Crisis. Here is a picture of Karyn for your viewing pleasure:
Pretty girl. I didn't know how to feel. I'm in my little corner. This next picture it exactly how she looked when she came out:
If you can't really tell, those are some angel wings. Real feathers too. So, at this point, there is some music playing, no vocals yet. People are just in awe (or something) of her. I was fascinated by all of them & her. You just don't see shit like this in Lockport, NY.
I'm about to include a video, so you can get an idea of EXACTLY what I experienced that night. Be prepared. It was as if her "vocals", a term we will use very loosely here, were the command to start this mass of people slamming into one another. Maybe, just maybe, her "vocals" were causing seizures, but I'm not too sure about that. Consider yourself warned:
I honestly was not sure what to think. There was this sea of people slamming off of each other. People were jumping off the stage. I watched a guy stage dive & he landed on some girl & she was punching him to get off of her. When he stood up he pulled his fist back ready to fight. WTF?? I was no where near this swarm & I ended up getting pushed down on top of some guy. It wasn't good for either of us, in case you were wondering.
Needless to say I have never seen Crisis again, nor do I want to. One time was one time too many.
And that, was part of my first trip to NJ, first trip to NYC. Is anyone shocked I am still here or that I even came back???
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