Should I Even Sleep?

[dudelovenext]

I have to get up at 5am...I suppose I could head over to Starbucks and grab a mocha...fuck, by the time I decide it'll be time to go. `^_^

So tonight was NIN. Here's the breakdown!

Rich and I head out at about 4:20pm. We get to the Key Arena, just a little after they let some people in for a sound check. Rich was pretty disappointed, but it wasn't too bad. There was this asshole usher who about tore Rich a new one just cause Rich asked where we should've lined up. Fucker.

After that, though, it was pretty good. We get in, we sit down. Had some cool people next to us (I think Adam was the only name I got), but there was him, his girlfriend, and this other cute girl. :)

So anyway, we stand up and Audiolux(sp?) plays. They were decent, though you could tell the crowd really wanted Trent. :)

Little break, then Queens of the Stone Age come on. I actually recognized a few songs, and the lead guy seemed pretty cool. The crowd pushed in a little, but not too bad.

Then, it was NIN. I have to say, his fans seem to look up at him like he's a god. I have to give it to him, he's super talented. Of course, there were only a few songs that I really recognized (Closer, and of course, one of my favorite NIN songs, Starfuckers). He had this stainglass in the background that made the set look like...I dunno, some sorta rockin' cathedral. There was also a video montage at one point (which netharos could probably explain better than I could).

Trent? A+. He rocked. The people I was with however...

Honestly? Tonight really turned me off to moshing and getting into the crowed. It started off really well. I was around cool people, they kinda knew what was up. Things got cozy, but we kinda looked out for one another, and we were all there to see NIN.

The friends that Rich and I had made left the pit as it was getting kinda warm, and then the assholes and bitches set in. Let's see:

• One guy decided to crowd surf out, then "changed his mind". This resulted in me getting hit in the head a few times cause he wanted to play around on my head.
  
• One guy next to me turned around and told the guy behind him to stop elbowing him in the back. Said person started yelling at the first person, basically making threats and being a jerk.
  
• Now, when I say what I'm going to say, I first have to say I'm a bit of a different person in the mosh pit. I don't typically make any allowance for age, height, gender, or whatever in the mosh pit. If you're in there, you know what you're getting into. There were a few girls who really didn't get that. This one girl next to me tapped me on the shoulder and said she couldn't breath. Probably true, as she was looking kinda squished, but half the time she was next to me she was trying to get in front of me. I wanted to say, "Well let me help you out of the pit, then", but I was still in a kinda good mood at that point, so I just turned a little to give her some more room. The girl that Rich encountered...dude, I should've stepped in. This blue-haired girl was at the very front on the rail. Rich was right behind her, and of course a mosh pit being what it is, he was getting really close to her. The girl YELLED at Rich to stop being so pushy. WTF?!? It's a mosh pit! EVERYONE'S PUSHY! You don't like it? Get a seat. She THEN had the...I dunno, what's a stronger word than nerve? Maybe audacity? The adacity to say that she paid $60 to be there. Yeah, guess what, so did both Rich and I, and we both have as much right to be there as you did, bitch. Sheesh.

Normal, everyday life I'm pretty courteous to people in general. Not in the mosh pit. However, there was not the "understanding" in this most pit as there such as at the Gorge. There? Sure, people shoved, elbowed, pushed...but there was a politeness to it that was seriously lacking in this pit.

Maybe it just wasn't a good night. Hard to say. I was so exhausted, sweaty, and dehydrated at the head...geez, nearly collapsed. It was insane!

Did I have fun? Sure. Would I go to NIN again? Hell yeah! Will I be in the mosh pit? That...I'm not so sure about.

*sigh* Anyway...geez, it's 2:40am. In just a few hours I'll be on a plane to Hawaii. :) If anyone needs to get a hold of me, I'll of course have my cell phone with me. I'm not sure yet how internet access is going to be, so that might not be a reliable way to get a hold of me for the time being. If I can, I'll post.

Well, I'm gonna try for an hour or two of sleep. I'll see you guys soon!

Comments

[sloth-mobile.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked NIN...

I would have totally gone, but I'm sadly in discontent with Trent Reznor. I wish he would have stayed with his industrial roots, instead of putting out that garbage he calls an album "WIFF TEEFF".

Maybe there'll be some salvage when he realizes all his old fans are gone.

It's death metal concerts for me...

[dudelovenext.livejournal.com]

I'm not a super fan of NIN, but I enjoy them. :) I LOVED the mosh pit when he was last here, but this time...yeah. :(

[umipixie.livejournal.com]

The word you are looking for is 'audacity'. :)

[dudelovenext.livejournal.com]

I was close! :) It's now edited. :)

[netharos.livejournal.com]

Wow, I had the exact same experience as your friend Rich when I saw My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult at the Catwalk. This girl was in front of me, in the pit and every once in awhile I would get bumped in her direction, and she would yell at me as if it was exclusively my fault. The best part was when she had her boyfriend threaten me too... I can't stand stupid people like that. Personally, I blame the venue. They were real bastards. Incidentally, I got the same attitude from the "delightful" Crowd Management staff when I was trying to simply figure out where to line up too.

[dudelovenext.livejournal.com]

Those people need to go the FUCK away. The world doesn't revolve around them.

*LOL* I'd LOVE to have the situation happen to me. I'm big enough, and in that situation I'd probably be annoyed enough, that I'd have some fun with the boyfriend. :)

Yeah, the guys outside the Key Arena were being jerks. Rich and I lined up, then there was a line ahead of us forming (we thought they were letting us in?). We asked the guy, and he yelled in a really irritated tone to back up and that we'd get in soon enough. We were just confused as to what was going on.

[seattleotaku.livejournal.com]

I'm not a fan of mosh pits. The couple times I was inadvertently in the midst of one, I was with other people that wanted to be there (for the show) just as much. I guess I wind up as a mini-blockade; they ram into me, who slows them down from ramming into the others. I know it's not exclusively the one that shoulders into me, for instance, so I don't complain at the time, but it really takes away from enjoying the show simpy because we wanted to be "up close".

So those who want to enjoy the show and the group they paid to see are relegated to the back or the sides? That's fair? Not a chance. :P

Too bad you guys had those kind of folks around, though. ^_^'

[sloth-mobile.livejournal.com]

Death metal concerts are a bit more tame than those mosh pits(I think it's because it's death metal, people GET that it's a mosh pit and not a "Dance circle"). I like the smaller venues only because the people there are kinder and the music doesn't reverberate off of anything like a big arena does, so you can hear everything without a distorted ressonance that would happen in a huge area...

[dakinis.livejournal.com]

Aw, that sucks! Next time I'll go with you and I'll provide the...er..barrier? *grins and hugs ya* Well, I'll relate my experience:

My first time in a mosh pit was...about five years ago. I quickly found myself shoved between two speakers in the Catwalk club. It was...er...I can't remember the hard rock/gothic band, but it was pretty good and the band members were astonishingly nice to me. One of them, the second guitarist of the band actually tried to give me money so that I could attend the concert because I was five bucks short. But by that time, another attendee had given me a ticket that belonged to a friend who didn't show up. I declined the guitarist's money and he was very nice about that too. No pressure.

I think it was because I was wearing a tight black, school girl's dress that evening though no skin or breasts were showing. I had tights, thigh highs and a stiff-collared white shirt (which I later regretted) on to keep me warm waiting for two hours in a line that almost wrapped around the club. *snickers* Anyway, a normal looking guy, along with his very pretty girlfriend formed a blockade around me, but it didn't really help, until I wedged myself in those speakers...it was the only way that I wouldn't be squished to death by the crowd that was pushing me up against the stage with literally no breathing space in between.

Ironically, due to my spectacularly short stature, the girl who gave me the ticket and had befriended me said I would be able to see better if I was at the front. Stupid me thought it was a very good idea! Almost EVERYONE agreed and there I was at the front, and apparently they forgot, so yeah....major rib-crushing action ensued. I didn't really know what a mosh pit was until I was in the middle of one and rapidly being undertowed by the surge of bodies.

Later, half the band came up to me to ask if I was alright. *laughs* They were very worried because I was walking around a bit...uptightly in the parking lot. Hell yeah I walked around like I was about to crap, from my neck down to my groin, everything hurt! The next morning, I found some beautiful bruises, and until that moment, I didn't know I could bruise. Because despite surviving the Khmer Rouge occupation and de-weeding, I never seemed to get a bruise, though I was cut and scraped often enough to warrant being black and blue for half of the time I was awake.

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