Tonight is Hallowicked in Detroit; the last Hallowicked show of the year. I was at one of the Hallowicked's earlier this week. Now, if you're sitting there asking, "Why the hell were you at an ICP show? I thought you hated juggalos," then get out.
Recently, I have to admit that I've been a bit conflicted. About this blog, about juggalos, and about myself in relation to the first two. I've had discussions with some juggalos (on here and online) about this blog (haters were outright ignored, as usual). Some could see the point, but still thought it was a bad approach to dealing with the "problem". They'd say it just brought more negativity. While I feel that negativity is the best approach to dealing with something that's pretty negative on the surface (if you say it's not, then you're lying to yourself; embrace it and move on), some of the talking points started to make me think a little. Before long, Hallowicked was here.
Let me just start off by saying: Hallowicked was epic. And in between every set, Mike E. Clark was in the back, spinning tracks from Murder Mix Volume 1 and Volume 2 (November 9th, pick it up). ICP went up, and the place went crazy. Faygo was thrown, people were pushed and limbs were nearly broken. Almost everyone in the place was hyped, including me. Before I knew it, I found myself bouncing around like a crazy person, yelling along to the music, catching bottles, spraying them everywhere, and after the show, I was starting chants that echoed the halls.
Right in the middle, I thought to myself, "I'm a juggalo. I might as well accept it."
Me and my friend were driving home, hyped. Along the way, he laughed and said, "Don't you feel like a hypocrite now?" It got me thinking even more: am I a hypocrite for getting wild at an ICP concert? Am I really a juggalo and have just been avoiding it?
When I got home, both answers hit me. The answer was:
I've always been a juggalo. Turns out the name of this blog was starting to even make me think I wasn't a juggalo. I am a juggalo, and have always been. Hell, it's the reason why I started this blog. As a message that if being an ignorant, uncivilized guilt-monger prick is what "juggalos" today are, then I want no part of it.
I'm also not a hypocrite because I'm all for painting your face up and running wild for the weekend. It's in the first post of this blog! It's when that's all you do with your life (unless you're ICP) that makes you a loser.
I started thinking back to earlier in the night, and seeing these teenagers hyping themselves up, wearing "goth" pants, claiming family and this and that while others were sitting along the wall, waiting and talking to their friends. When the action started, I saw a few of those kids fighting to get to the side (where it's safe) or dipping out all together in a frightened rush. And all those guys quietly waiting were leaving the concert soaking wet and with smeared up face paint. It was one act that let you see who the real juggalos were, and who was just fakin' the funk. Thankfully, the majority were real (it didn't stop those aforementioned fakes from walking out bone-dry still hyped up).
The night wasn't about people's stupid problems, or their "oh, so horrible" upbringings. It wasn't about people's guilt-ridden stories of depression. It wasn't some reaffirmation that we're outcasts and that we're all alone. It was about getting together, going wild and having a good time before we had to go back to work in the morning.
Yeah, those guilt-monger "juggalos" were there, and they were outright ignored. If I would have shouted, "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GROW A PAIR!" to one, I probably would have gotten cheers.
It made me feel like I was at an old school show. And reminded me why I even care about this in the first place.
As for this blog, nothing has changed. This is still against those who label themselves a "juggalo", but who don't know heads or tails of the whole deal, but still insist that it's purely about "family". Those people thinking all outcasts are juggalos, just because they're outcasts. Those people who flock from board to board, getting butthurt over comments about ICP and misrepresenting their "family". Those people who rationalize their stupid actions and juggalo standing with the fact that they were picked growing up. "My parents hit me when I was a kid, and that's why I'm a juggalo!" And so on and so forth.
Not to mention that the merch booth had a ton of overpriced shit, including more than fifty shirts on sale for $25; $10 more than you can find elsewhere (even Hot Topic). If you don't believe ICP is in this to make money, then again, you're lying to yourself.
And if you're a juggalo, and you find this blog offensive, then I'm probably talking about you. Either that, or you can't understand what I'm saying.
Now, get that candy!