So, I’m in the pit at Joyce Manor and I see this 14-16 year old kid come out of nowhere and start just going crazy. The type of crazy where hes new to it, just trying it out; jumping up and down, flailing all around and non-violently crashing into others.
Now, as is customary at punk shows, I like to help keep spirits high and encourage good vibes by hi-fiving people, put my arms around them to sing along, pick up fallen circle pitters etc.
As I’m doing my first round of hi-fives I give the aforementioned young dude a hi five and say “fuck ya”. He then turned to me, enthusiastically said “ya!” and hugged me. Punk rock can be magic, and tonight i like to think i helped to spread a little of that to this awesome unencumbered young guy and helped make him feel at least a little at home.
We parted ways, but during “5 Beer Plan” i found another rowdy group of 21 year olds to sing along with, all before finding some fellow coworkers i didn’t even know were there. Love live punk rock.