He fell on his back with a clatter and the crowd leaped on top of him. The drummer flipped over his drum set on top of the fray. The piano player soared over his instrument, but his foot caught it and the piano tumbled to the ground, shattering. No matter, they'd just tape it together later. Matt turned to me, and grinned from ear to studded ear.
Music can sing gently to our soul, or scream violently to our rage.
It can be a more effective tool of communication than the internet or television. Music does not have to be translated into another language, it is the universal language of this planet. Although not everyone has the ability to speak this language, we all can understand it. But it has its bad side too. The lead singer of another band which played at the concert that night was acting barely more civilized than a diseased hyena in heat.