Flying Snakes
HELLSHINE FEST | CROWBAR | TAMPA, FL | 11.17.2023
When Snakes Fly
Whoever said you can’t come home probably never really tried. It’s easy to dump on where you’re from. Honestly it’s the topic of a majority of conversations I used to have. The familiar things I grew up surrounded by felt more like background music than anything worth noticing. There’s something liberating about revisiting places I thought were the reason for my problems with the realization that it was me all along. You suck, that person sucks, this thing sucks became excuses for my own internal suckiness. Projecting what sucks prevented me dealing with how much I sucked. And that sucks!
Flying Snakes and Hellshine did not suck. What happened that weekend was the best of what Tampa has. Music played by people who do it because it matters to them. There is nothing to gain from playing old songs to a room full of aging weirdos with sore backs except for the joy of doing it.
As life trudges on it is easy to stop doing things just to do them. Everything must be turned into content and monetized. It’s inspiring to see exceptionally talented people tap into what made them exceptional and enjoy the moment. Nothing sucks about that.
