Mosh Pit 101

Last night was definitely an interesting evening! As I mentioned earlier, we had decided to go see our friend Dan perform at the Angel's Roadhouse, where he is the drummer for Mad Marge and the Stonecutters. They had a total of five bands play last night, and Dan's was the last one to perform.

I should start off by saying that this was NOT my preferred type of music, although Dan's band did a great job and was honestly the lesser of the evils. But the rest of the bands...Holy geez. I don't want to sound like an old grannie, but 90% of it sounded like nothing more than shrieking. This one band, for example, so very creatively named "KIL," played a song called "Fast Food," followed by a song titled "You," followed by a song called "I hate something or another" (can't remember what they hated), and they all sounded like the same exact song. Every now and then you could catch the F-word, but that was about it.

The most enlightening part of the evening was the mosh pit. I have apparently lived WAY too sheltered of a life, because I always thought a mosh pit was when a bunch of people got into a group and started head banging at the same time. You know, like when Bohemian Rhapsody gets to the climax of the song (right after "for me....for me....for ME...!") and everyone starts jiggling their heads and bodies aound like crazy...I thought THAT was moshing. So when a real-life mosh pit broke out about four feet from the table we were sitting at, I was looking around for security to show up to break up the "fight." It took a few moments for me to realize that these people weren't fighting, they were actually laughing and having a good time. They looked pretty silly, skipping around in circles and shoving anyone who came near them, but from a sociological standpoint, it was actually really fascinating to watch. I can see how for some people, participating in a mosh pit could be pretty cathartic.

Matt and Alana sat with us, and between sets Alana and I were able to have some really good "mini" conversations. I just love Alana--conversations between us come so easily. Felisa was with us most of the time as well, and I loved being able to hang out with her outside of our normal small group setting, although she did seem a bit edgy about being in that particular environment.  I think she associates this type of stuff with a lifestyle that she wants nothing to do with anymore, hence her discomfort.

Matt and I wound up sharing a pitcher of beer, but after eating a plate of hot wings and drinking some water, I felt pretty close to normal. Matt, on the other hand, had begun drinking much earlier in the night, and did wind up "under the influence." He jumped into the mosh pit for the last two or three songs sang by the Stonecutters, which was fun to watch, but he seemed unstable and I was worried that he was going to fall.  Next time our Bible study gets together, maybe we should go on a picnic or something instead. =)

Something else happened during the evening, and it's killing me because I can't talk about it. I replayed the incident in my head until nearly 3:00 a.m., thinking, "No, I must be wrong. This couldn't have actually happened...I must be misinterpreting it."  But it did happen, and now for the sake of that person, I will forget about it and move on.