I journeyed to Hampton Beach last Wednesday night to attend a concert on the sand, to benefit military families who have lost someone overseas. Don't get me wrong, this is an excellent and noble cause and I hope that it was a successful evening for the organization throwing the event, but this doesn't take away from Hampton Beach being a very weird place, and the music that evening only enhanced said weirdness.
Living in Burlington, Vermont, I am surrounded by a large number of bands that would classify themselves within the "jam band" genre. This is not exactly my favorite kind of music, so I appreciated the local hardcore bands that were playing the benefit in Hampton. However, my appreciation does not cause me to miss the inherent strangeness of hardcore bands playing a night show on a sandy beach. This is weird because: one, seeing people mosh in sand is the only thing more embarrassing than seeing them mosh in not sand, and two, hardcore kids don't ever go outside, let along to the beach--those kids are perpetually pale--and the situation they were forced into in order to see their favorite bands caused the black-shirted, converse-wearing crowd to intermingle with the bright-bikini, ripped-jeans group. Awkward at best.
Ever seen a hardcore show at a beach? Me neither.
It's so annoying when sand gets in your sambas.
This girl undressed and gave the horns, but wouldn't participate in the planned bikini contest.
Regardless of how much I want to overanalyze the situation, everyone enjoyed themselves and the evening was a success. The bands were musically sound and it's awesome they came out and donated their time for a good cause. It's not their fault they had to play on the beach.
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