There was a time that every hardcore show I went to was like this. With a stage or not the feeling in the pit would be akin to a baptist revival meeting. Shaking bodies, pumping fists, faces screaming words that meant more than the syllables. A time when opening bands drew their friends who met the other bands friends and the bonds of friendship were made solid. When the pit was a place to dance and have fun and a few spinning kicks wasn't a cause for a fight because the place was packed and there wasn't 20 feet of running before you spun and obliterated someone on the side. There was a time when it was something pure and maybe I'm just getting old(er) on a Thursday night in Warren NJ Bane made a time machine that took me "back in the day" and the kids were crazy and united and there were no fights and the place didn't get trashed and everyone bought a shirt and it was as if Hardcore was still something more than metal.
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