Nekyia's Threshold

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Trapped in a Mosh Pit
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2007-08-12 18:56:55
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(I wrote this while still DEAF FROM THE MUSIC on Saturday, July 15, 2006. My latest dream concert is Mudvayne, Soulfly, Disturbed, and Slipknot. Oh I KNOW they're gonna come around and as Michael Jackson sang... "I'll be there...")I just arrived in my safe homey haven, far from the sweat, drugs, and rock and roll that came along with an Anthrax and Rob Zombie concert.Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!I had an excellent time from start to finish. It wasn't always pleasant, but it was entirely interesting. Being surrounded by black shirted, tattooed, large men with belligerent attitudes was the only warning I had that I'd wound up in the middle of a mosh pit, before it exploded with the onset of Bring the Noise being thrashed out by Anthrax. I got both my ankles stepped on, a sweaty back slammed in to my face, and pushed to the left, the right, staggered forward, then backwards. It was GREAT.I used my short stature and powerful child bearing hips to shove a path through the crowd and wound up at the very front and center of the stage right before Rob Zombie came on. My husband hates crowds but he was submitting to me this night, and all my whims, so he manfully followed the prow of the Good Ship Me until I found a suitable berth - one more time - FRONT AND CENTER. There was just one person in front of me, up against the fence. She was huge. I stared at her ass and thought what a lovely cushion it was going to make when the crowd started to surge forward. I was happy.Upon entering the venue I was asked for my I.D., I didn't have it, so much to my amusement a large "M" was marked on the backs of both my hands, indicating I was a "MINOR" and unable to purchase liquor. I used these marks to entertain a guy I started talking to after we stared at a pair of exposed titties in the balcony level. It was sort of a bonding experience. I put my hands on either side of my face, fingers up, palms facing backwards, and then opened my mouth into a nice big "O". I said, "read this" to my new acquaintance. He said, "woooooooman?" I said, "NO. Read again." He said, "W O W". YES! I said it was my only trick. But then I proved myself wrong by flipping my fingers down and then he read "M O M". It was almost as good as watching titties together. Just as the lights went down and Rob Zombie was about to take the stage the perky girl that I'd been talking to to my left (she wasn't my cushy pushing spot) - suddenly fell to the ground onto my feet that I'd had crushed in the mosh pit. She'd fainted. I used my child bearing hips to shove back against the ever frenzied crowd, I shouted, "BACK UP! SHE FAINTED! SHE'S DOWN! BACK UP!" Security leaned over the fence and, with the help of the crowd that was paying attention to my shrieking, got her over the security fence. Rob Zombie hit the stage. The crowd surged. And surged. And surged. My hand, which was clutching my "Rob Zombie - American Witch 2006 Tour" t-shirt, was forced away from my body by the crush of others, and disappeared about two sardine bodies over. I was engulfed by tall sweaty bodies, my air was gone, I was beginning to get dizzy. A large forearm somehow made it around my throat as the body it belonged to tried to get to the front, where I was at. I freaked out. I turned and shouted, "LET ME OUT!" over and over, making eye contact, until I made it into open air. I thought I was going to pass out. That was interesting.A glass of water and a few minutes in a seat restored my sense of adventure and love of the sweaty crowds on the floor. I only had one crowd surfer hit me in the head with his foot as he passed above me.Rob Zombie was GREAT. What a showman. The entire Anthrax/Rob Zombie experience was well worth being trapped in a mosh pit, having my body bruised, my sense of claustrophobia brought to raging life, and gaining a closer understanding of the power of a MOB.Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!