Both MN & I said we'd blog about this & it looks like I am going to beat him to the punch.

Last night's MBV show ended with a 20+ minute unending crash of sound that seemed to get louder just when it seemed literally impossible to get any louder.

It felt like the space shuttle was launching next to me, which is about right, as I now know that a space shuttle take-off is one of the loudest recorded events on the planet. Everything, including my organs, vibrated. I had the feeling that they might hit a level that would somehow shut down one of those previously mentioned organs.

I joked to MN that they were massaging us with sound from the inside out. He couldn’t hear me. We just looked at each other with big eyes & shook our heads in amazement that we couldn’t even hear ourselves make a sound.
I kept thinking about the possibility of a sound therapy that decimates all your senses & wipes you clean. I mean, when you can’t hear yourself or communicate with others, it can be an isolating experience. But at the same time, it smashes any remnant of the everyday—something is happening. I felt sorry for anyone who was on acid at the time. I could see someone seriously freaking out during that sound apocalypse(as I was told MBV calls it). It was possibly a more intense, transformative experience than some acid trips I've had. Perhaps on a cellular level. A shift in DNA?

I didn't mention the fact that there was blinding, flashing lights coming from the stage, the ceiling & around the venue, so that at certain points, it was hard to look up. You were forced, ironically, to shoe-gaze. Or, well, close your eyes--which was totally dislocating in a kind of mescaline-drums-in-space way. (that's right, I said it DRUMS IN SPACE....)