Something occurred to me once when I was watching a local black metal band play on a generous amount of psilocybe cubensis mushrooms.
They ripped into their set with blasting warhymns. Not phenomenal composition by any means but that doesn't matter for this story.
Everyone else in the room seemed reluctant to approach these people, clad in leather in corpsepaint with an upside down crucifix on their micstand, their vocalist taking a deliberately antagonistic demeanor (not in a rude way) towards the audience. The crowd (about 25 people) were just hanging out in the back of the room, sipping on beer bottles with their arms crossed.
I approached with childlike curiosity, beholding the chaos they had unleashed. I stood right in front of them, alone. Suddenly, it became clear that the attitude and appearance all had a meaning to it. They were actors, it was all part of a theatric presentation. This vocalist has presented himself as an enemy. An enemy to me, the crowd, to anyone and anything. I was not threatened by them in any way, after all, it's just a role, much like Zombie #4 at the haunted house.
They seemed to emanate hatred, and instead of being insulted or threatened by it, I enjoyed it, toyed with it, mocked it, and gave it back to them...
It's like watching a tsunami. Everyone on the beach is running, but they're doomed anyway. Just stand, watch, and go out in style. Much is the same when an amazing band takes the stage. Some people headbang, some people try to get on some toughguy shit and try to knock people down, and then there's the people who truly appreciate it, taking in every note, being washed away by a force that's larger than life.
Anyway, that's just an experience I had. I was tripping, so take it with a grain of salt.