I have been to a Slipknot concert.
When I was 16 I went to a Slipknot concert. And I loved it. I wasn't a heavy metal fan, I didn't listen to Korn or System Of A Down—the most hardcore I got was that one time I downloaded "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit on Napster. I was invited to the show by a friend who knew their tour manager. I initially accepted because I heard they were playing at our local theme park and I was dying to get in on that Superman rollercoaster hype. I didn't know much about Slipknot, but my friend said we'd get backstage passes so I was like, "Degrassi's a repeat this week, why not?"
To this day I have no idea what actually went on during the concert, with all the masks they wore and the flames and the breaking stuff and the constant shouts of "DO YOU WANT TO DIE?" to the crowd, but I do remember having a fucking great time. It was electrifying, their passion and energy so palpable I could almost touch it. After the show, we were introduced to all the band members and I can honestly say they were some of the nicest guys I've ever met. But I think I remember that concert so fondly because it taught me something important about music. If you let it, music has the incredible ability to surprise you. It bridges relationships between people that maybe wouldn't have ever met without it. It introduces you to new ideas, new thoughts and new beliefs. Sometimes you just need these unexpected instances to remind you.