From punk to jiu jitsu. We all need our outlets of release. I was metal and punk guy through the 80s and know full well the thrill of the mosh. When people observed the codes, anyway. Skinheads and later down the road, those goofball kids doing their windmilling kung fu shit in the pits, being the enemy, lol.
I always saw my role as protector, at least when I was in my late teens and early twenties. If I saw someone being a dick, I’d position myself between them and the rest of the crowd and sort of figure out how to close the distance safely. Was it early MMA training? Kinda. Way more complex, though, since windmills and kicks could come from any direction.
When it was all moshing, though, it was absolutely glorious. There wasn’t anything quite like it.
Classic whirlpool mosh is where it's at, with people picking one another up. I've told this story a number of times about a skinhead back in the day who targeted one of our buddies of color and wouldn't stop abusing the poor guy in the pit. Vicious shit, so we all ganged up on the skin and threw him out to the bouncer who roughly escorted the prick out, having seen it all. We all tossed the jerk a "Seig Heil!" salute on his way out. A clean pit with respect for others is always a glorious thing. Of course, I'm long retired from it and I just hover on the edge doing pit patrol, looking out to help people falling down, etc.
From punk to jiu jitsu. We all need our outlets of release. I was metal and punk guy through the 80s and know full well the thrill of the mosh. When people observed the codes, anyway. Skinheads and later down the road, those goofball kids doing their windmilling kung fu shit in the pits, being the enemy, lol.
I always saw my role as protector, at least when I was in my late teens and early twenties. If I saw someone being a dick, I’d position myself between them and the rest of the crowd and sort of figure out how to close the distance safely. Was it early MMA training? Kinda. Way more complex, though, since windmills and kicks could come from any direction.
When it was all moshing, though, it was absolutely glorious. There wasn’t anything quite like it.
Classic whirlpool mosh is where it's at, with people picking one another up. I've told this story a number of times about a skinhead back in the day who targeted one of our buddies of color and wouldn't stop abusing the poor guy in the pit. Vicious shit, so we all ganged up on the skin and threw him out to the bouncer who roughly escorted the prick out, having seen it all. We all tossed the jerk a "Seig Heil!" salute on his way out. A clean pit with respect for others is always a glorious thing. Of course, I'm long retired from it and I just hover on the edge doing pit patrol, looking out to help people falling down, etc.
I think we would have gotten along just fine at a show.
Yessir, I believe we would!