| My observations of the Phiilidelphia concert of 2000 were rather intruiging. Of course we had the phyco fans, and all that stuff but there seems to be something darker in all places that hold some light. The concert of course, was amazing, but while at the bus, there came the hard-core loonies. They screamed "Mmmbop" "This Time around" and some other songs, after Zac flew onto the bus. I felt bad for him. I don't care about their name or what power is in their name. I felt bad for the person who had to live with that name. When you're famous, you're cursed because your name is tainted. When I saw Isaac come to the bus next, he looked sad. Really sad. I almost cried. Matter of fact, I'm crying right now at the fact that people like them have to deal with fools who only see the "Glassy surface" you can say. Reading that poem of theirs on the cd had really touched me. I fell in love with the poem. It had reminded me so much of my freshman year of high school where I was only concerned about my outward appearance to others, not caring about myself (the glassy surface). ~That led to a deep depression. I felt as if my life was nothing important. Fortunately, I've been recieving counsiuling. I'm happier than I have been before I even moved to this lonely, uncaring, unfriendly placed Called Lancaster. After that concert I had such a wide range of emotions that i didn't know where to go: I was disgusted by the fans. ~ I had never seen more inapporpriate, disrespectful behavior in my life. There were some fans being ignorant and screaming some of the songs, disturbing the residence, bothering Zac, Isaac, Taylor, and their family, no doubt, not to mention their backup players. I hollered at them to "Shaddaup," and I mouthed them off. Secondly, I felt bad for the boys. ~ They don't need that kind of disrespect. They are artists in their own rights who deserve to be treated better. They don't need the screaming when they're trying to get on a bus to their next bus stop, for crying out loud. If you looked at Isaac, you would have seen that something was deeply bothering him. I don't care about names or anything that is a means of gaining power for yourself. It's wrong, and I don't stand for people like that. I would kill myself before I like someone just because of their name. That and how Zac flew onto the bus, not stopping one second. Seeing that right there was enough to make me cry for them. If I was fortunate enough to meet them, I would ask him what the matter was. In all sencerity, if I could, I would take all of the burden off of everyone's shoulders, and carry it all myself. I can't stand seeing people in pain. I would carry everyone's burdens, no matter how great the weight. I would carry it. Even if it meant my own demise. ~~Seeing the "darker side" of the concert, you can call it really is a strong punch of reality. I am all in support of the boys doing what they love to do, but I do not support the behavior of the phyco fans that ruin it for everyone else. They are brilliant young men. Talented artists. The phyco-fans are what reduce them. I hate seeing it. I want to see respect shown during their concerts. I want respect shown to them as human beings. No one deserves to be looked at like an animal in a glass cage. So, guys, if you are reading this, my heart does go out to you. No lie. That especially goes for Zac and Isaac. You guys can drop your name and hang out at my place. We'll talk music, drawing, reiligon, whatever you want. To me, the name means nothing. Home. |
| My Heart Goes Out. |