RAGE

so rock the bells. jesus christ. i will try to recount this event even hungover.

pouring rain? check. drinking PBRs while driving into NY? check. entire bottle of 151 chugged before entering the gates at noon? check. walking across a bridge with a million rowdy people? check. making out with random dude from ohio during wu-tang? double check. seven dollar beers? triple check.

randalls island was an ultimate, muddy, messy fiasco. everything i owed was drenched.
these were my feet:
mos def ruled my universe. talib kweli were also dope as anything. cypress hill was excellent, but i've seen them before and that wasn't a huge deal. wu-tang? pretty amazing to shake your ass to.

by the time rage against the machine came on, i was covered in mud, lost from every single one of my friends, still pretty much piss ass drunk and i had just puked on a stranger (sorry, dude), AND my cell phone battery had kicked it and i couldn't find anyone i knew.

but...but...rage against the machine came on and it was brutal and intense and everything i ever could have wanted to see! zack jumped up and down on the stage like a madman, morello WAILED and RULED and then WAILED AND RULED SOME MORE and it was the most glorious thing of all glorious things! i think they have officially entered my top five live acts. on the real, it was big time perfection and my love for rage against the machine will never, ever die now. i danced, i flipped out, i lost my goddamn mind and it felt fucking amazing.

they played bulls on parade, guerilla radio, sleep now in the fire among others and ended with killing in the name with the lyrics changed to: “Some of them that bore crosses are the same that hold office.” very hot. (i know you're creaming over there, erin!)

once i was done getting my face rocked off, i spent a good two hours wandering around a parking lot, borrowing cell phone batteries to make calls, picking brooke up from the medical tent and then driving three hours home. muddy, disgusting, smelly, piss ass drunk, and thrilled. it made me feel so good about music again. it felt like fucking christmas.

thank you, thank you, thank you rage. BIG TIME.