after a load of rushing around this morning, i ended up deciding it was impractical, in what is going to be an expensive August, for me to go to Belfast this weekend. which meant accepting as i unpacked my bag that i'd not be joining Changing Attitudes Ireland this year for the Belfast pride parade (this afternoon). which is disappointing as i'd really have liked to have shown my support.
but my spirits were soon lifted. standing a little dejectedly in the kitchen pouring myself a coffee i felt a low deep vibrating beat in the ceiling. i initially thought it was the people living in the flat above me but i usually can't hear anything from them. the sound got more rhythmic, then stronger, and then it turned into a roll of beats... and that's when i remembered....
it's the 1st of august. this is a 3 day holiday weekend. and the park around the corner is closed to the public because Metallica are headlining a big outdoor gig with so many support bands it's something of a mini metal fest.
the coaches are starting to pull up and soon this place is going to be overrun with metal fans on foot and the traffic is going to come to a standstill. and i get to sit on my deck and listen to the whole thing for free. i'm thinking i'll head up to my parentals' balcony tonight as apparently they can usually see the stage from there.
and then tomorrow it all kicks off again with Fat Boy Slim headlining another day of music.
so i miss out on the drag queens and the fundamentalists wielding their bibles, but heck, it's not everyday the metalllers come to your back yard. the Lord taketh away, the Lord giveth...
so i think i'm gonna embrace the mayhem that's coming our way and enjoy every wall vibrating minute of it. they say plants grow better when listening to Mozart. i don't know what my blooms are going to think of Alice in Chains, but it's breezy in the sunshine and they look like they're already moshing. thin lizzy are also supporting. there's no question whiskey in the jar is gonna bring the house (field) down.
(beneath this video at youtube there's a brief discussion on whether or not james hetfield is a Christian. i always understood he had good reason since his youth to have pretty antagonistic feelings on the subject and i think that he's got himself clean and sober is all that matters. that's a courageous journey of faith to be on and signing up for doctrine pales in comparison. so it makes not an ounce of difference to me. anyone who's seen the some kind of monster documentary can be in no doubt that Metallica are some kind of dysfunctional, but heck, aren't we all.
but it got me thinking and laughing. traditionalists think greenbelt is some kind of den of sin... i know cheryl, nadia and i have been known to tear up the dancefloor, but it don't look like nothing like this.)
wherever you are, rock on, even if it's in sequins.