Sweaty bodies, spilled beer...
And we weren't even up front amongst the body surfers and moshers! Last night Ross and I were part of the highest concentration of white folk on the island...as we gathered for a Dropkick Murphy's concert. Only at such a concert would you see, in Hawaii, the Irish flag unfurled and "Yankee's suck" shouted from the masses.
So many people were crammed into the tiny venue of Pipeline. The best way i can describe Pipeline is to compare it to the Rave or the Eagle's Ballroom in Milwaukee...except cleaner. With substantially less parking and tucked a way in a more warehouse/industrial area of Honolulu. Plaids, Doc Martins, suspenders, and kilts dotted the sea of band shirts and green tees. Beer flowed...but mostly the Guiness and Killians...
The music was loud, fast and angry as only the Irish punk band from Boston can do.
And was a night of brief encounters...I ran into Stephen. Or I should say Stephen ran into me. How he spotted us amongst the crowd, I'm not sure. He beelined over to say hi, apparently loosing track of his girlfriend in the process. A brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Greeted Ross with the awkward "I'm going to show you how not awkward I am about meeting my ex's new boyfriend by giving said new boyfriend a hug slightly longer than is usually comfortable for heterosexual males..but I am comfortable with the situation, so I'm going to hug you and shake your hand anyway...that's how not awkward I feel right now." I think Ross got more of a greeting from him than I did!
Meet and greet and move on...there was much more important tasks at hand. Like drinking and screaming our lungs out with the other Irish and wannabe Irish gathered for the anarchist concert. Jets of cool mist blew on the waiting crowd from above, drawing the masses from the bar to the stage area like suicidal uber-hyper moths drawn to a flame. And the moshing, noise and frenzy commenced. Sweat was pouring off of everyone, even those playing it safe along the back walls, not joining in the swarm of moving bodies.
In the end, after the energizing 2 hours or so (how the Dropkick could keep going in that heat, I'm not sure) we were herded out like cattle. Into a cool light rain. Ears ringing, eyes unfocused. Oh what fun!
I'm kinda surprised how NOT sore I was when I got up this morning!
So many people were crammed into the tiny venue of Pipeline. The best way i can describe Pipeline is to compare it to the Rave or the Eagle's Ballroom in Milwaukee...except cleaner. With substantially less parking and tucked a way in a more warehouse/industrial area of Honolulu. Plaids, Doc Martins, suspenders, and kilts dotted the sea of band shirts and green tees. Beer flowed...but mostly the Guiness and Killians...
The music was loud, fast and angry as only the Irish punk band from Boston can do.
And was a night of brief encounters...I ran into Stephen. Or I should say Stephen ran into me. How he spotted us amongst the crowd, I'm not sure. He beelined over to say hi, apparently loosing track of his girlfriend in the process. A brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Greeted Ross with the awkward "I'm going to show you how not awkward I am about meeting my ex's new boyfriend by giving said new boyfriend a hug slightly longer than is usually comfortable for heterosexual males..but I am comfortable with the situation, so I'm going to hug you and shake your hand anyway...that's how not awkward I feel right now." I think Ross got more of a greeting from him than I did!
Meet and greet and move on...there was much more important tasks at hand. Like drinking and screaming our lungs out with the other Irish and wannabe Irish gathered for the anarchist concert. Jets of cool mist blew on the waiting crowd from above, drawing the masses from the bar to the stage area like suicidal uber-hyper moths drawn to a flame. And the moshing, noise and frenzy commenced. Sweat was pouring off of everyone, even those playing it safe along the back walls, not joining in the swarm of moving bodies.
In the end, after the energizing 2 hours or so (how the Dropkick could keep going in that heat, I'm not sure) we were herded out like cattle. Into a cool light rain. Ears ringing, eyes unfocused. Oh what fun!
I'm kinda surprised how NOT sore I was when I got up this morning!
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