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Rating: So, let me gather my thoughts... This might be the last review I write as Crast-Punk, so... Nothing.
At the pizza gathering I got to know much better some of the DeBasers present, and I point out once again that there were more unjustified absentees than those present.
First embarrassing moment with Tabba, whom I didn't even recognize. Second with the others, getting drunk even before the concert with just a beer (and a half, but don't tell Janis). I shattered my illusion of usefulness on this site just before entering the Rolling, but by then it was too late to turn back.
I look around with the effects of alcohol making everything a bit flat and I see a monstrously colorful audience... Suddenly, five figures come onto the stage and start playing, and people dance and sing around me. My attention is drawn to that little man who hits the drums like a madman and my focus stays there. I remember going out two or three times to smoke a cigarette, drinking, but above all that little man. If I close my eyes, I still see him there, hitting just for the sake of hitting, playing, making himself heard, and it doesn’t matter if we aren’t a million people listening to him. Damn, I even fell asleep for five minutes and I cursed the Easycure after two and a half hours of the concert ("Will these damn Easycure ever finish?")...
I met that little man half an hour later and didn't even realize who he was, thinking back... what a fool I've been! I felt so small. And useless.
An amazing concert. I was very sad to have to leave...
But I realized that even if DeBaser is growing, even if it would take a lifetime to know everyone, even if you can no longer write a review without it disappearing under thirty others within a week, even if I am useless... We can find courage. Because the spirit continues.
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