When Pigs’ Heads Fly
I trekked to Long Island City in Queens last night for a black metal show at Matthew Barney’s studio. There were three bands. The first band was the best; Krallice—I am in love with you. The second band wasn’t super. Lots of corpse paint and screaming and nothing either innovative or melodic. Plus, the singer took to the stage with a piglet’s head on a stick. While that does indeed sound awful, perhaps it puts it in a bit of a better perspective knowing that there were pigs being roast over open fire for hours prior to the time the band played, with pork sandwiches available to all show-goers. The last band, Inquisition, was pretty decent, if you like the whole black metal “I heart Satan” schtick.
During Inquisition’s set, which began around 11:40 and lasted until almost 1am, two pig’s heads started to be tossed around by the crowd. Wouldn’t you know it, one of them hit me in the head. I knew it was going to happen. I could feel it all night, me getting hit with the pig’s head. My mother would say that my anxious thoughts were projected outward into the universe and the universe thought that i wanted it to happen so it gave me what I was thinking. I guess it’s the Ghostbusters “choose your destroyer” mentality. But yeah, whether mom is right in her how-the-world-works logic or not, I did in fact get exactly what I dreaded.
