Anger is good sometimes. Me, I like Nine Inch Nails. But I learned the hard way not to listen to it while stuck in L.A. traffic. Made me want to start blamelessly blasting the wheels out from under every vehicle in front of me.
I am reminded, however, of when Kurt Cobain died.
I hated Cobain's music, but I'll give him credit for giving death a trial run (via drug-induced coma) before actually committing to it by munching the metal popsicle. (Saw pics of that one... Nasty.)
You'd be surprised (or maybe not :-0) at the number of people that go to shows all punked or ruded out, then change their clothes and go to work at their 9-to-5 bank job the next day. It's a good outlet for stress.
No you didn't. There were no pics, nor was it "nasty." He only had blood dripping out of his ear.