LA Shows: The Deadly Syndrome

My friend Laura invited me and a few pals out to the Echoplex last night.  Her friend's band was headlining.  They're called The Deadly Syndrome.

The show was the following things:

• a release party for their new album
• go here to find out more about them and their music.
• a fun time with some great friends, listening to some pretty good live music.
• a reminder for me of just how old I actually am... which in all reality is not very old at all, but I find myself getting winded with a mere head bang.

The aforementioned single head bang, led to the traditional consecutive string of head bangs that excels at making one look like a complete asshat... especially if this is being done at a pretty mellow indie rock show. 
However, I feel strongly about the following:

• Indie rock show or punk rock show... it doesn't matter - if it's a show with some rockin' music, I'm going to get into the music and enjoy the opportunity to get in some head bangs and shove some people around.  This is primarily because:
• I actually do enjoy music a lot and can appreciate a band's execution of the music, and believe strongly that the best way to show this appreciation is to dance your itty bitty heart out.  And since the only way I know how to dance is to violently swing my head back and forth and throw my body around like a possessed sack of potatoes, this is what I do.
• This activity helps me to stay on my feet and fight the urge to lie down and fall asleep because, sadly, I am:
• a corporate whore by day and this exhuasts me
• lazy and could fall asleep in almost any environment including a punk rock show. 
• a poser.
• LA crowds are a snore.
• For the past decade, I've attended a variety of shows in LA from punk rock to a night out at Dorothy Chandler for a healthy dose of classical music, and I think the folks watching a performance of The Magic Flute are more enthusiastic of the performance happening in front of them than the douchetards that go to an indie rock show at the fucking Echoplex.  
• Nobody crowd surfs anymore.  I want that back.  I don't care if I'm at a Cowboy Junkies show.
• Due to the lack of enthusiasm displayed by the LA crowds, I find it necessary to amplify my enthusiasm to make up for the dullards in attendance.  
• I find people's reaction to my obtrusive dancing intriguing.  A few interesting examples:
• shushing me in the middle of a rock show
• yelling "is this your first show or something?!" at me.
• shoving me back, which I think is a good reaction and I tend to encourage them with a "That's the spirit! YEAH!".  At which point they generally tend to ignore me and walk away.

and lastly

• I'm an asshole.

The variables:

1. good, fun, friends
2. booze
3. good music
4. decent venue
5. firmly established desire to remain 25 years old forever
6. and the belief that rabble rousing is a healthy activity

1+2+3+4+5+6 = a good night out.