On Saturday night, I went to see Emmure, an American heavy metal band. Apart from having a sing (well, scream) along and feeling very sorry for my ears, I chose to stand away from the crowds. I loved seeing how involved people become. Going from a group of people standing around, beers in hand to a mass of sweaty moshers throwing beers at each other. One person in particular caught my eye. At first I thought it was just a very tall, slim person playing it safe like myself and staying out of the way. I then realised it was a child, no older than ten, sat on his dad’s shoulders at the side of the venue. He knew every word to every song and was already an advanced headbanger. I bet if you were to quiz him on the band he’d be a little walking Wikipedia page.
I assume that if you asked that boy what he wants to be when he grows up he’d reply with “a rockstar”, like many children (me included). The thing is if you reply to that question with “I want to make a difference”, you’re best off becoming a rockstar. Read Article »