:: Friday, October 31, 2003 ::

I think my punk phase is officially over.

It's been over for a while now, but I've still gone to the occasional show and flailed in the occasional mosh pit. There are a few bands, like The Dropkick Murphys, that will always have a place in my CD player. But tonight I went to see The Murphys, and I was... well, bored. They only played two songs I knew, and the rest just seemed like noise. Somewhere between being elbowed in the kidney and being repeatedly stepped on by a giant, shirtless, sweaty, tattooed man, I realised I'd had enough.

And while mosh pits are generally just a disorganized violent mess, there is still a certain etiquette, people. I am a firm believer that there are specific "zones." There is the centre of the pit, where anything goes. There is the trench, where people can flail about around the centre, or just mosh without being squished. There is a ring around the trench where you can bop about, push people into the trench, etc. After that, there is a whole fuck load of space where you should be able to stand relitively unjostled.

So why the fuck do people think it's cool to just start slamming into people in the calm space? If we wanted to mosh, we'd be in the pit. Jesus, it's not that hard. And why the fuck do people start crowd surfing in the trench? There aren't enough damn people there to hold you up, fatty. And on that note... people who weigh over 200 lbs just shouldn't bother.

I'm tired. I'm annoyed. My eyeball hurts from being poked with a spiked mohawk. My toes hurt from being stepped on by the large, shirtless, sweaty, tattooed man.

In other words... I'm done.

(But Sing Loud, Sing Proud still has its place in my CD player.)


~song~ The Dropkick Murphys - The Rocky Road To Dublin

:: Katy 12:32 a.m. [+] :: ::