Here's to the misfits

Gut wrenching vocals, twenty mile long guitar shreds, a hundred head bangs, a thousand fist pumps, a gallon of beer, whiskey on the rocks, hash none of it can sum up what transpired last night. Over three hours the Devil was paid his due! Over three hours we gathered like ancient believers and paid homage to the ancient pagan god Dionysius. Over three hours we showed a middle finger to the purists and did what has been recommended by Morrison – threw caution and inhibition to the wind, and danced like children in a fairground.
If Music is Religion and Performance is Worship then the few of us who have “exchanged a walk on path in the war for a lead role in a cage” bore witness to something spiritual. Something that is possible only through music, something that Marley, Morrison and the likes have cried themselves hoarse trying to explain -that they have seen something or someone who cannot be explained. And if you “listened very hard” and carefully you would have heard Voodoo Child whispering faintly into your ears – “We told you so !!”.