I wasn’t allowed to enter bedrock tonight; I don’t really know the reason, (probably the haircut who went wild due to the strong sea breeze or something equally superficial) but the point is that me and Lara who was waiting for me inside had quite a disappointing night.
What is wrong with those furious people at the door? I mean, I can settle with the humiliation of not going in, but what was all the pushing about when I calmly asked the reason? An officer kept pushing me and dragged me a couple of meters away from that decision making dude where I fell on the dusty floor, I had this WTF face while he broke into this nervous assault, and I can assure you that I didn’t offend him or anyone else in any way, I guess those who know me here can tell how harmless I am anyway. I just asked ‘why ?’ which is quite a normal reaction when you curiously get rejected for the first time after attending almost all gigs since Danny Howells @ the train station.
I just tasted the bitter smell of segregation, and for once I sympathized with those weird looking people desperately waiting for some access at the gate… The tickets are already well overpriced, isn’t this selective enough?
U had to mess with that guy who already had a bad hair day
I’m really disappointed to see “selective system” in raves, call it “clubbing experience” or whatever it is still a RAVE, where you are suppose to have a messy haircut, running shoes and smelly sweat on comfortable clothe.
For the next gig, and since I really have a problem controlling the way I look, I kindly ask the organizers to give me a f*cken entry PASSWORD or leave a hairbrush at the door.
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