Ah, the mosh pit. My first experience was at a Nine Inch Nails concert for The Downward Spiral. I was with my favorite stripper friend and she gave me some advice on how to not get hit and it was a blast. It was like being in a giant maelstrom.
Seeing Offspring was another matter. It was rough up front so I stayed behind several rows of people as they encircled the pit so I could see the band.
When I finally looked down, there was no one in front of me. Big mistake.
Slammed from behind, I flew about 10 feet forward and landed on my face. Feeling for my glasses, I felt the crown encircling me for the final touch. I got up slowly and as I readied myself, this giant of a man picked me up and gently passed me over the crowd to the calmer area behind the mosh pit.
You can meet the nicest people in the strangest of places.
All the best,
Nonoise
Seeing Offspring was another matter. It was rough up front so I stayed behind several rows of people as they encircled the pit so I could see the band.
When I finally looked down, there was no one in front of me. Big mistake.
Slammed from behind, I flew about 10 feet forward and landed on my face. Feeling for my glasses, I felt the crown encircling me for the final touch. I got up slowly and as I readied myself, this giant of a man picked me up and gently passed me over the crowd to the calmer area behind the mosh pit.
You can meet the nicest people in the strangest of places.
All the best,
Nonoise