There is a small pavilion in Indianapolis that shows a lot of small unknown bands, up-and-coming bands, as well as bigger acts. The Emerson Theater is just a tiny little club that holds maybe 1000 people. Some friends and I went to go check it out for the first time, we were probably 15 or 16 years old. There were just some small, unknown bands playing that night. I've been to many horrible shows in my life, yet this one is the most memorable..
The first band that came up, their music was quite indescribable. They had a hardcore sound that was stuck on fast-forward type of thing. All I remember is they had a keytarist WITH this ridiculous curly mullet that was having an epileptic fit all over the stage. I didn't even care about the music at that point, I've never seen anybody to this day rock out so hard. It was scary to look into his eyes and see such pure rage and intensity. I'm just thankful he was on the stage and not in the crowd because he would of probably kicked everybody's ass with his jacked-up crazy-epileptic keytar rocking.
HOW YOU WOULD FOLLOW THAT DAMN KEYTARIST, I DO NOT KNOW but... The next band was this gothic, horror thrash punk band. They all had their face painted white and black, typical gothic style, wearing a lot of leather. The thing was they looked like they were in their mid to late 30's, maybe early 40's. So, right off the bat it's like "What in the hell are you mid-life-crisis motherfuckers doing?!" They sounded alot like The Misfits used to be, except they sounded pretty horrible. The thing that topped it all off for this band was the lead singer. He pulled out this plastic skull from the side of the stage and tipped it over in the crowd and it poured blood. Everyone was trying to move away as he was pouring this blood into the crowd. That was entertaining but the best part was on their final song, the lead singer gets a running start to stage dive into the small crowd. As he flys through the air, with legs and arms extended; belly-flop style.. the people he was aiming for quickly jet out of the way and he is caught by the cold, nasty concrete floor. He slowly crawled back up to the stage and finished, in which I give him credit for.