leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mosh pits bad...or...rock stars can't play softball I saw Disturbed on Friday. I also saw Unloco, Chevelle, and Taproot. It was a pretty amazing concert. Too bad I was exhausted. You know it's not good when you're on the floor, at a concert by bands you love, on a Friday night, and all you can think is: "Man, I wonder when they're gonna stop." The concert lasted a little more than four hours. I got smacked into a few times, because I was too tired to get out of the way of mosh pits quickly enough. At the risk of offending male, heavy-metal fans everywhere: What is your problem? Which one of you idiots decided the best way to enjoy the live-music experience, is to slam into one another, and shove each others' testosterone-overloaded, poorly-endowed, fat-assed selves into innocent, usually-cute-and-female, bystanders? Cuz, I'm all for live and let live, but at that point, you're messing with my world. I didn't ask to have your icky, smelly, sweaty, self knocked into my body, just because I like floor tickets. I'm hyper, ok. I like being on the floor, because it means I can move around, and I can get closer to the band, which makes it feel a lot less like watching mtv. So that's my rant for the day. Mosh pits bad! Thursday night, I went to a charity softball game that Disturbed played against local radio stations. They got their asses kicked. But they're rock stars. I really don't think they minded. And most importantly, I got hugs and autographs from the whole band - yea me! 9:14 a.m. - April 14, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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