METAL AND MOSH, LIKE P. B. AND JELLY
A mosh pit can be a beautiful thing; whether you are in it or not.
I was recently at a KORN/CHEVELLE concert. It was a general admission show which is increasingly rare nowadays, given all the mayhem, injuries and even death they can cause.
If you are at a G.A. show and the band is at all hard rock or metal, a pit or two will always break out. When I was in my concert going hey-day, pits were a big thing. I always thought that pits would kinda be a passing concert fad. But Fresno Korn/Chevelle fans showed me that pits are alive and well.
I went to the concert with my friend Aaron. We are too old to be getting in pits anymore. But due to our late arrival to the show (pre-concert drinking) they wouldn’t let us down on the floor anyway. I guess our old 90’s concert reps preceded us.
With the floor being too full, we were forced to the second level on the side of the stage. Terrible spot to hear the show but it’s a great vantage point for watching the crowd.
Mosh pits had already been happening prior to Korn, but once the boys hit the stage–it was on! The crowd was immediately at fever pitch. Several ‘pits’ were in full swing and the rest of the crowd was in full metal moshing mode.
It really is an amazing sight. A flood of people, looking like ants after their nest has been disrupted. It made me long for being in the mosh pit.
You may think that mosh pits just consist of big dudes just looking to flatten people. And though there are a couple of those guys, most moshers are just looking to have a good time. There is even a etiquette in ‘the pit’. Even when somebody gets knocked down, somebody else picks them up and nobody trys to step on them. And much of the time, a good hit is followed by hugs at the songs end.
Maybe one day, even in my older age and small stature, I’ll try getting in a pit again. Just so I can feel, even for just a night, like a young, beautiful, ant-metal-head at fever pitch.