I normally complain too much about having to make day-long journeys in order to see a decent metal show. I didn’t take into account the few local shows we get in Pikeville, because I seldom actually go to them; I like metal, not country and buttrock. We did, however, get the vaguely metal Buried Alive tour, featuring the all-too stellar lineup of Avenged Sevenfold, Asking Alexandria, Hollywood Undead, and Black Veil Brides. I didn’t go to this show either, obviously. Apparently I’d rather spend a day of lost pay on the road with my money tied up in gas and hotel costs than go see this show, where I had passed the line to get in several times that very day. I’m weird like that, I guess. It sounds pretty stupid on paper, but it is what it is.
So, while in my hometown of Pikeville, KY, Avenged Sevenfold had apparently caught some of the stage on fire because someone couldn’t do their job correctly. As the pyrotechnics went off, their banner caught on fire, which forced them to stop the show until it could be put out. Apparently it was during this intermission when the crowd stopped to reflect on the show they had witnessed up to that point and realize that they were in a building where the aforementioned bands had actually performed, and just couldn’t bare to live with themselves any longer. The crowd had soon turned on Avenged Sevenfold, chanting in an amusing collective rural accent, “burn it down!”
M. Shadows pleaded with the crowd, saying, “if we burned it down, you’d go with it!” The crowd then cheers, letting their desires of death by fire being known. An honor killing if there ever was one. I mean, why else would they demand that the stage, and potentially the building, be burned down while they’re still in it? Surely they aren’t just fucking stupid? Right?