Spring forward, fall back, and a bit further back still.

I went to my first "real" concert last night at The Black Cat (I mean "real" because I have been informed that concerts at Carnegie Hall and other music halls don't count because I don't stand in a crowded room for three hours with blaring music). It was interesting, yes, and I still have black X's and stamps all over my hand this morning. But instead of enjoying the music, I began looking around at the people surrounding me, who were all bobbing their heads or swaying from side to side with the beat of the music. And when the lead singer began clapping his hands, everyone followed suit without any more provocation. The raised hands, the uniformity of all of their movement was more than a little disturbing, and as a result I spent half of the night trying to clap to a weird, stacatto unbeat--but most likely I just looked musically challenged. I couldn't rid my mind of a certain image, however--

Nazi crowd salute.

I am not--of course--attempting to call rock artists fascists. But I find it interesting to note how many musicians are involved in the arena of politics and the like, and how popular charity concerts are. Just small thoughts that cross my mind at inopportune social events. After all, it was too dark to read the book I had stuffed in my coat pocket.

Rock crowd salute.

Regardless, my ears are still ringing slightly, my clothes smell like cigarette ash, and I forgot that today is Daylight Savings' Day.