alexisi saw them in concert in October 2025. i ate a weed gummy bear at the beginning of the show and i proceeded to have the worst Green Out of my life at that concert. Pure Paranoia. see, i came there because, y'know, i watched the Dream SMP back during Covid and started listening to Wilbur's music to be supportive— i actually really enjoy his old solo work, but i had no reference point for his band's music, and i still really don't even after the concert—so when i saw that they were coming to Boston (i had just recently moved there), i thought it'd be the Perfect Nostalgia Treat for my Inner Child to go see them! i was dressed hellaaaaa cunty, like the Grown Ass Woman i am thank u very much, and i looked extremely out of place. little did i know that Wilbur Soot, and by extension his band Lovejoy, still had a fanbase of Me-In-Middle-School copy-pasted in the year of our Lord 2025. it was very Arson he/xe/they in there, which i say with the utmost love to everyone in attendance. anyway, the high hit me after the opener ended (opener was great BTW). i was a few rows back from the barricade, to the far-right side of the venue. i could tell immediately this wasn't going to be a good high. Wilbur Soot comes out. the Middle-Aged English Male Pattern Baldness being poorly covered by his thinning curly fringe, catches my attention immediately, and i feel my stomach Drop. Despair and Anguish is the only way to describe seeing one of my Covid Era Idols looking how he looked. like a classic English rockstar JUNKIE, just as the rumors claim. but i assure u, i most certainly Am Not The One to be judging others' drug use; his appearance simply Disturbed me (i'm not very nice when i'm stoned). then— it got Worse. some of the most shitty pop-rock i've ever heard in my life begins to play, and there's a screen behind them that starts flashing images and symbols of the most vapid, vaguely edgy, anti-something bullshit i've ever seen, with these crappy psychedelic visuals coming in and out like i'm at a fucking Grateful Dead cover band show projecting a YouTube 1 HOUR OPTICAL ILLUSION TO MAKE YOUR FACE MELT OFF video on 144p (i wish). so, so, so overstimulating. i felt Helpless and Depraved and Naked, drowning in painful white and violet strobe lights and shitty rock music, and my body wouldn't move. i was the ONLY One not dancing, standing there like an Ancient Totem holding the perennial essence of awe-struck, near-death FEAR. i was a deer in headlights. i wanted to cry. the gummy bear told me: Judgement day is coming. staring at Wilbur, now old and balding and sorta gyrating, sweating on the stage, i felt like it was 1968 in the Vietnam Jungle and i was about to die, never to return home, leaving my young wife to raise our baby alone. half-way through the set list, the Vietcong Soldier on stage paused and pointed towards my side of the venue, and shouted, "i wanna see some dancing over there!" i once almost got into a fist-fight after an Alex G concert, and i went to an underground hardcore show once where the singer yelled, "if i don't see the pit going hard for this next song, i'm gonna stage-dive and bite ur fuckin faces off" (great show), and Wilbur telling us to Dance was still the most threatened i've ever felt at a concert. the gummy bear whispered in my ear again: he hates u. he wants u dead. u should DIE. u need to ESCAPE. SAMSARA. RIDE THE TIGER. ASKJHGHFDKJAHFH.... but my feet were stuck to the ground. i bent my head in shame, and prayed for the concert to end. every minute passing felt like nails hammering through my skin; instruments came over me like a flogging whip. when the show finally ended, i was as phantom-tortured with stimulation as Christ was before his death. i bolted to the bathroom to avoid the Wrath of Wilbur that i, high as a kite, knew was coming. i then had an autistic meltdown and threw up water and stomach acid all over the bathroom floor, completely missing any toilet bowl. the concert, i can tell in sober-hindsight, was not good. and the music completely sucks. and, Lesson Learned! don't take an edible before a concert. but afterwards, my friends came to pick me up and we went to a very yummy Greek place to satiate my munchies, so there was a Happy Ending after all. also fuck Wilbur for what he did to Shubble xx.
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