Listening to an old song brings back fond memories
I’m loading up my new iPod and playing right now is ‘Love Like Blood’ by Killing Joke. I got chills when I heard that simple intro guitar riff into that keyboard drone. It took me back to the days of the Pipeline in Newark or Aldo’s in Lyndhurst. Wherever we were in the club, when we heard that riff we’d dive onto the dance floor before the drums kicked in a mere eight bars later.
Back in the day when moshing was therapy, we would flail more than dance. The violence everyone outside of the circle thought they saw was the natural shrugging of tension and the onset of elation. Unlike today where most jackasses think it’s all about inflicting pain. Oh how I miss those days of pure, innocent abandon.
Oh and don’t get me started on how our flailing would elevate to a whole new level whenever ‘Eighties’ would come on. After all, besides being a great song … we were living it! Oh I can picture it now. My god … has it really been over twenty years since I first (legally) stepped foot into those clubs? And twenty two years since the album ‘Night Time’ came out? It can’t be.
