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Yesterday, my university held its annual Big Free Concert, which is actually what the thing is called, because we are just so very much with the creativity over here. Traditionally, it consists mostly of local artists, wanna-bes, and has-beens, and is held on a big grassy field in the middle of campus, allowing people to wander in and out all day, sit on the grass, and nap/read/study/whatever while they listen to the music.

Last year, someone actually gave the organizers enough money to hire real musicians, and so many non-students came that they had to move the concert, at the last minute, to an actual concert venue, complete with doorways and people to check IDs. This year, they anticipated the same problem, and planned ahead with an alternate location.

They choose a parking lot. I... I'm really not sure who was in charge of that decision. A parking lot clear out on the edges of West Campus even, necessitating shuttles back and forth between main campus. It started at one in the afternoon; bored, I wandered over around two or three to see what was happening. I found an empty parking lot with maybe fifty people walking around in an enormous bare space, and both stages hosting a band I didn't recognize. Checking the website, their names were 'Floor Walkers' and 'KTP', which doesn't actually help any with the recognizing. Since I didn't particularly feel like sitting on a blacktop parking lot, I left after about twenty minutes.

I knew I'd end up coming back though, because one of the groups scheduled for later in the evening was 'Flogging Molly', and I absolutely adore them. I got back just as they were starting to play, and only realized then that I was wearing flip-flops. Too bad, I thought. I'll have to stay out of the mosh pit.

Except then they played Devil's Dance Floor, a song for which my love knows no bounds, and I realized that I didn't really care if I lost my shoes and got bruised up, but I couldn't just stand there and listen. Not that it really matters what I did, as I am apparently too tiny to be moshed at. People are always apologizing when they notice they've hit me, as if it wasn't my decision to get out there in the first place. Anyway, they also played Life in a Tenement Square (and I know I have that song around here somewhere, I just can't seem to find the mp3), another of my favorites. I've seen them three other times in concert- all times when I actually had to buy tickets- and I've never got to hear them play Tenement Square before. So very glad I went.

Speaking of mp3s, I've got one I stole off of the Muraki/Tsuzuki maillist (after I finally rejoined it, since it tends to annoy me):
Shou Hayami - Scapegoat | lyrics on this page
It's Muraki's voice actor, singing a creepy, fairly appropriate song. It's strangely jazz-ish, though.

Also, I'm pimping out