Emo(tional) Nights

To deny the music that guided you through adolescence is a crime. Those who don’t hold a special place in their little hearts for the artists that made them feel something other than insane due to the hormones that rattled their brains during those developmental teenage years, you’re weird to me. So when the idea of Emo Night came about, it seemed interesting enough and it was fun…at first. Going out once a month to listen to music that kept you sane growing up – priceless. Void was the hip hop you (I) don’t know from today, absent were the girls dressed like ladies of the night, guards dismantling your self esteem at the door – gone. Instead bands like The Used and Taking Back Sunday filled the space, girls dressed in Converse (phew!) and the security only cared if you were 21. It seemed like a place I’d find solace but instead I just started to be over it.

I’m not sure how a Kardashian-like club works, but I can assume you’d hear the same Rihanna song a few times throughout the night. Strike one: How many times can one be forced to listen to “Ocean Avenue?” When this night of Emo celebration was free, awesome – but charging to hear songs I can hit YouTube up for…strike two. Then there are the people. I get this music changed your life when you were 16 or whatever, but in the decade or so that’s passed – have you not progressed in your life? Granted, I will forever get what the kids call “feels” when hearing “Taste of Ink” of “The Middle” but it started to get weird to me that some people were living for Emo Night like it was the coming of Christ.

Then of course, you have to take a step back because what’s downright weird to you may be as normal as a sunrise for another. As a hermit who cannot stand too many people at one time, I am comfortable in my bubble. I am happiest in a corner, singing to myself. Going back to what Ben Malbon said about the club scene though, for those who live for Emo Night – it’s no different than the people who head out to the clubs that play “Work” on repeat. They are looking for social interaction, a sense of belonging, a place where they can be themselves. So for those people who feel Emo Night is a religious experience, I don’t personally feel you – but on a level of study, looking at you from across the street, I got you.

Will I ever go to Emo Night again? Perhaps if Good Charlotte was going to be there again, or maybe they got Tyson Ritter to DJ…I’m not ruling it out of my life but I’m also not living for it. That’s part due to the social aspect, and the other part is the amount of hip hop played. Nothing personal to the genre, but if I wanted that I’d dress and try and look a hell of a lot better and go find the Rihanna joints. Plus, I’ll just say that the people that created it aren’t the most real on this earth *cough* they shit talked Good Charlotte and then kissed their asses *cough* I get LA is full of counterfeit people, but that rubbed me in too much of a wrong way…


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