Between my readings on saturday, I decided to get some air visiting the open air concert of Sam Adams on campus. People just jung out on the lawn at this lovely sunny afternoon, drank secretively alcohol in plastic bottles and listened to the Sam Adams. I felt somewhat open air feeling although the wrong music was played. However, the huskies enjoyed themselves...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOe6foz2Yqg
The boston kid presented wild and noizy dancehall beats with poppy white boy raps. So, just a truck of the company Ryder, instead of a Ruff Rider's performance. Paradoxically at the caraoke evening in the student union the night before, a corpulent random girl provide a first class "ruuuuuuuuuffriders" performance, imitating even the characteristic barking sounds. Appreaciting initially her brave to sing at first, I felt some sort of embarrassed when I found her again on the stage presenting the second aggro rap that was taking forever. She revealed her urge for attentation and even made people leave. I left too, driven out by her earpiercing and noisy rap. Smoking outdoors, I could observe how she showed up again, dancing and even stimulating her audience this. I guess she felt like a rockstar for a moment and enjoyed herself taking no account of people's impressions and opinion. I have to admit that I initially was amused by her embarrassing performance. But I have made up my mind. Hell yeah! We need at least some recognition to be happy. If efforts to feel happy or to recall our freedom, irritate peoples' common sense, well, who cares. Anything goes, I feel, on the pursuit of some happiness...
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