This past Saturday, my band Ageotan performed in a small show on the Dead End Farm in Northfield, VT. We performed with the bands Curséd Earth, Katahdin and Falls of Rauros. The show was phenomenal (it started with us burning a miniature church; a blazing effigy for all those destroyed by Christians of the past, present and future) and everything went as smoothly as can be hoped for, considering the "venue" and the circumstances (rain, darkness, alcohol and drugs, as well as power from a gasoline generator).
When we first approached the stage and started into our intro, we already had the ebb and flow of our musical set-list in mind. The build up smoothly flowed into our second song and the crowd went insane. Everyone crammed under the tent with us, who were spilling out of it, erupted into a torrent of headbanging and moshing. People were whirling and dancing like it was the End of Everything. It was beautiful and destructive, dark and thrilling, chaotic and mad. This is Power, this is Magic, the ability to impose your will and your own emotions onto another, onto a score of others. To whip the masses into a frenzy and harvest that energy in a grim feast, letting it fester and grow. I know not if we were channeling something greater than the whole of ourselves and we were merely conduits for that power or if it was truly ours to possess, but (for those of you un-experienced or untalented enough to not know) it is a High greater than any drug.
They say "power corrupts." If that is so, I never want to go back.
I never want to be "Pure" again.
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And this my friend, is why you are my hero!
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