I see a lot of fighting going on due to the recent news about Twiztid, Blaze, and all that jazz so I'm just going to share my story since I'm new and it's 5:55 in the am and I ain't got no motherfuckin' sleep yet.

I have not been a fan for long, I will admit that. I shunned ICP during my youth due to rumours surounding the subculture that is attached to being a juggalo/juggalette. I was only vaguely aware that ICP and juggalo were synonymous honestly, and when I met my ex and learned he was a fan I felt regretful for agreeing to date him. Shallow and pathetic, I know. However, I did let him play the music for me, and while it took me awhile to warm up to it, it grew on me and just god damn now I get pumped about it.

That Novemeber, ICP came to Clifton Park NY at Northern Lights and I bought tickets for the show for my ex (obviously dating at the time), and a few others because like I said, I was fuckin' pumped. This was my first ICP related /anything/ and I was excited. While the night started off rocky, I painted my face in the car with my boyfriend and his friend (and would later get many asking to take photos which was so nice). 

In line to get into the venue, I finally understood what everyone meant by "Family." We stood in line with a few strangers and if I hadn't known any better, I would've thought we had known them before that night. As we pushed into the standing room and the shows started up, I got seperated from my entire group, my boyfriend's words ringing in my ears, "If you get to the front, you fucking hold onto that bar." And so I did, and from start to finish of that concert, I was dead center.

Before the show, people were already starting to mosh and i was having trouble keeping my spot. The person behind me, a tall guy who's face I never saw kept helping me to stay up, asking me if I was all right, and generally kept me safe throughout the concert (My boyfriend was stuck at the very back throughout the concert more or less). He even helped me escape a man who kept trying to shove his damn hands down my pants (Which I realized later when my ID was missing that he was trying to pickpocket me..Either that or my ID just fell out.)

I do not know who opened for them that night and I wish I did, even today I am not familiar with their roster unfortunately and only vaguely know who Twiztid and ABK are. 

One of them did some comedy between their songs, and when some asshole kept crowd surfing and kicking me and a group of girls around me in the head, he actually commented on it "Why the hell do you keep doing that and kicking these girls in the head?" He didn't crowd surf again after that. Thank god, cause I was getting a headache already! After that, and ICP came out, and oh my gosh. I had never enjoyed a concert as much! I was drenched with diet rootbeer (an empty bottle of which I still have because I'm a freak like that).

Shaggy 2 Dope kicked a bottle right into my face and I had an egg on my head for two weeks from it. Imagine that, a 5'1 little 18 year old girl getting a 2 liter kicked into her face. That was my trophy for awhile, and I still (obviously) love telling that story.

When the concert wound down, I got to get on the stage, and I was just so pumped. I wish I had fistbumped J and Shaggy but I'm painfully shy, even getting on the stage was a lot for me, and only one other girl had done so. 

Best night of my god damned life though.

Hilarious sidenote: My Ex had long hair and someone apparently humped the SHIT out of him thinking he was a girl. He also sadly lost his hoodie, and I gained two hats.

I keep trying to watch their tourdates for when they come to New York again so I can relive that, because it was absolutely amazing, and i think that concert solidified me as a fan, even now after I've been broken up with that boy since October.

So I am fairly certain that Bang Pow Boom had just come out there-abouts when I went to that concert. I had only listened to their previous albums until then, and when I did listen to BPB I was pretty disappointed with it. I'm sure it's been talked about to death but just..Miracles, rather the infamy of it, made it fairly difficult for me to admit liking ICP for awhile because it set such a low image of ICP and juggalos. I understand the point of the song and it's kinda funny but just…Sigh to that. The album as a whole feels unpolished, and while there's some good songs, it was a crummy start to a second hand of cards.

However, I only recently remembered that The Mighty Death Pop was out and that I had yet to listen to it (I am an idiot at times). So I checked the songs out on youtube and…Holy fucking shit. I'm honestly hoping that, with this hand, if BPB is where it starts, and MDP is the second, that the third and there on only get better and better. 

I honest to god like every song on the main album. That never happens to me with ANY band. I made my friend listen to Juggalo Juice because god DAMN is that shit catchy (Fucking fitting for Faygo man) and she bought it on Itunes the next day, and she's getting into some of the other songs from the album too. I risked listening to the music at work last night because I couldn't get them out of my head (I work at the YMCA, not exactly the best place to listen to "Motherfucks, fucks, shit, ass, pussy, fuck bitches, murder" etc. lyrics haha. I actually had my boss rocking out to one of the songs as I was leaving. 

Also fucking Hold Still. Jesus christ.

When I'm clownin' is probably my favourite but it keeps changing. Chris Benoit I didn't like at first but it grew on me because of the feeling in it. Just…FUCK man. 

So excited I lose my articulation. And man, my birthday is Friday so I was going to treat myself to a unicycle, but I think I might get these albums first and support these motherfuckers legitsky.