I remember going to see Keelhaul play a one-off show at the punk bar up the street from my old apartment. It was the winter when a polar vortex froze the lake and the temperature went down to -15. I bundled up and left the house anyway and my favorite memory of that night was me and a bunch of friends in our winter coats softly bouncing off each other in a slow moving pit we started in the front that was part camaraderie and love of the music and part "we can keep each other warm this way." Maybe the only time I've ever felt so meditative about those kinds of collective movements. Anyways, that's what I was reminded of when I read this today.
I remember going to see Keelhaul play a one-off show at the punk bar up the street from my old apartment. It was the winter when a polar vortex froze the lake and the temperature went down to -15. I bundled up and left the house anyway and my favorite memory of that night was me and a bunch of friends in our winter coats softly bouncing off each other in a slow moving pit we started in the front that was part camaraderie and love of the music and part "we can keep each other warm this way." Maybe the only time I've ever felt so meditative about those kinds of collective movements. Anyways, that's what I was reminded of when I read this today.
"Step into the soft pit, friend, and warm yourself for awhile" is such a lovely sentiment.