Last night I got home around 2:00 am or so cold and sticky with Diet Rootbeer flavored Faygo. I had been to an ICP concert hanging out with kids, clowns and self-proclaimed juggalos. It was strange to go to a concert on Sunday night and even stranger was the fact that this particular concert was held at a resort ballroom on Hilton Head.
When I first read that Insane Clown Posse would be playing at The Shoreline Ballroom a few weeks ago, I had to re-read that sentence a few times. When I looked the venue up online it looked like the kind of place you’d expect to host an elderly couples 50th anniversary party or something. To say that this band was incongruent with the chosen venue was a huge understatement.
After about 30 minutes of driving around the island, which has horribly poor signage, we finally located the venue only to be told that we couldn’t park there. A fresh faced teenager re-directed us to where we would have to park and then informed us that a shuttle would be taking us from the lot to the concert. My traveling companions laughed and groaned respectively. Neither of them particularly liked the idea of having to ride on a shuttle with a bunch of obnoxious teenagers and trailor park people. I didn’t really care about this little detail because I was happy that I was getting to go to a concert and didn’t have to go to boring work the next day.
When we got to our destination there were only a few well behaved kids standing against the trees waiting for the shuttle. A few of them had face paint on but it was far from the mob of unruly clown people that we were all expecting. In fact when we got to the event itself everyone there seemed to be excited but not out of control. There was a bar but most of the people at this concert were not old yet old enough to drink.
The drink of choice for the night was FAYGO. Well I don’t want to say that many people actually drank the faygo, more like they bathed in it, including myself. I felt that no concert can be truly enjoyed unless you hurl yourself right int he middle of the action. I was only able to stand at the back with my boyfriend for so long. It’s kind of like when you go to a club and are embarrased to dance even though you really want to…
Sometimes you just have to say fuck it! Yes I am 29 and an adult but who says you can’t have a little fun once in awhile? Why can’t I blow off my soulsucking job for one day so I can stay out late the night before listening to wicked clown raps and gettng soaked in rootbeer? I’m sure this sort of thing would not appeal to most women my age but does that mean that I can’t enjoy it?
Is there some rule that says just because you’re an adult you can’t enjoy being silly sometimes? I still complete a 40 hr work week every week and pay all my bills. To tell the truth all that jumping around and shouting was a real stress reliever for me. I felt really good afterward, kind of like how you feel after going for a long jog or something except much more enjoyable.
As far as the music goes it was what I expected. They played some songs that I didnt recognize because I haven’t purchased the last two jokers cards. I was lucky that they did play some things from the Jekyl Brothers and Great Milenko, both of which I had previously owned and memorized years ago. I kind of got a little out of control when “Chicken Huntin'” came on. I just couldn’t stand still with all that loud hyper music playing and people jumping around. I felt I had to participate in it or I would explode for some reason.
Not that I actually moshed or anything. I was right on the edge and someone behind me was grabbing onto my Derby Devils t-shirt for some reason. I think it was a girl and I think she was doing that so she could push me right in the middle of the shit and save herself if things got out of control. Even though there was a lot of moshing it was mostly really tiny men and boys doing it. I think I was taller than most of them so I wasn’t really worried about being hurt. I’ve been to see the Misfits, Agent Orange and The Business; I was actually a little afraid at some of those shows. This show was for the most part was good harmless sticky fun.
At one point I caught a 2 liter out of the arm and ran with it under my arm like a football. A felt a few hands snatch at the bottle but I had a firm grip. I stashed my prize away for later, my souvenir since I couldn’t buy anything. By the end of the night Violent J and Shaggy had launched about a thousand 2 liters into the crowd and everyone who wanted a bottle had one. A girl standing beside me in the back had both her arms full of as many empty diet rootbeer faygo’s as one person can.
I was really amazed by the amount of trajectory those bottles can have, at one point a half full bottle was hurtling through the air toward my face and I deflected it with my palm. Then immediately grabbed it and and emptied the contents on myself and the surrounding area. It was hard no to get swept up in the mayhem of the crowd. I got a stern warning from a sound guy about getting the equipment wet. Shortly after this the show was over. They didn’t do an encore no matter how much the crowd cheered for them. It was Sunday night I guess and we all had a shuttlebus to catch.