| FREE DUCTTAPE!!! |
[Nov. 3rd, 2005|11:34 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  slightly sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Some weird music is coming from Mum's radio station | ] |
Ladies, Gentlemen and Indistinguishables, I have entered a mosh pit and lived to tell the tale. It all started quite a while ago actually, when Paige bought herself a ticket to the “Taste of Chaos” and for the following months she kept nagging me to get a ticket of my own. Personally I was all for dressing up as a runny ink painting and testing my ear drums to the point of their endurance, but unfortunately I am a born procrastinator and by the time I got around to ringing up the electronic man to get some tickets they were naturally all sold out. I was quite crestfallen seeing as I had been hoping to of been pulled into the downwards spiral of sex, drugs and rock and roll, but it seemed like fate had the same plans for me as my parents did.
Luckily while people like myself vegetate in front of the computer reading Good Omens smut religiously every Sunday morning and collecting Red Dwarf icons to adorn the msn they can’t be bothered logging onto, others actually solve problems, not only their own, but the problems of other people as well. Paige and her mother magically produced an extra ticket from Ebay, and the next thing I knew I was being introduced to fluro mascara and what I assumed were mini-skirts.
Paige had flown down all the way from Wickham to go the concert and I hadn’t seen her in a year, and I was quite shocked to realise that I’m actually taller than someone. Anyway I endured a day looking through clothe shops in some futile hope that I would find a girl’s T-shirt that didn’t have some incredibly vain or arrogant remark on the front, and settled with a black T-shirt with some random bright pink squiggles that looked suspiciously like another of my T-shirts. I also bought my first ever mini skirt, at least it seemed mini to me even though Paige assured me it wasn’t. Actually it was about the same length all the girls at school wear their school skirts as they all feel it necessary to fold them up to the height of were their upper thighs meet their asses. Sort of the opposite of how all the boys were their pants around their knees so we can all get a good view of their boxers.
I also bought some fish-net knee-highs which was fun because I could pretend to be a female-female impersonator and strut around in feathers with a camp voice. They weren’t as impressive as Paige’s fishnet stockings but I’m getting there. And so Paige panicked Mum by telling me to slap anyone who touched my ass while she was in earshot, Dad drove into the wrong parking area at the showgrounds and the gatekeeper thought we were a member of the band, Mum insisted we take huge coats with us so we didn’t catch colds which we ended holding for the following 5 hours as we marinated in everyone’s sweat and we waited in line for an hour where a random guy gave me some duct tape.
The concert took place inside and consisted of all these bands Paige liked and I’d only ever heard of from her, but a lot of their songs seemed to have beautiful, poetic and emotional lyrics set to heavily emotional, haunting and melodious beats which is drowned out most of the time by the lead singer screaming. Paige is 13 turning 14 and I’m 14 turning 15 (in 11 days! YAY!) and most people there seemed to be around 17 and a lot taller than us, so Paige and I couldn’t see the stage for most of the concert, but I could definitely feel the beat from the speakers interfering with my heart’s rhythm. I had promised Mum that I’d stick with Paige but we’d unwittingly stood in the packed space right near the front and as soon as the bands came on everyone ran forward and I felt my face squashed against the back of a complete stranger who was probably dealing compression issues of their own. Paige and I had held hands and I felt like I was going to pop a blood vessel when our arms got squashed between two girls. I felt like Paige was trying to slip her hand out of mine so I let go and was thrown around in the crowd for a while before finding her again.
It was great fun being thrown around, if you started to fall over you’d land on top of someone and then everyone behind you would start to fall over in a wave, and then it would go in the opposite direction, and then everyone would fall on top of you which is also great fun, then you start to suffocate, which isn’t quite as fun, but it was certainly exciting once you get your breath back. It’s like some sort of cheap carnival ride really.
For a while Paige thought it would be better if we went to the back since she’s an asthmatic, but the back was frightfully boring so we pushed our way back to the front. I was surprised to discover how nice everyone was, one guy even offered to push us out into the open if we started to get crushed. They also all liked to swear an awful lot, even the guy who was in charge of the building swore heaps, and the bands’ every sentence housed a swear word: “You guys are fucking awesome! We want to see some fucking crowd surfing! Do you swear to the fucking devil?” And so forth.
Imagine being in a can of sardines, only vertically, and the sardines and still alive and jumping to get out, plus instead of oil or tomato sauce you’ve got everyone’s sweat and water from water bottles people keep throwing about (I think one hit me on the head at one point) to soak in and you’ve got a vague impression of moshing, plus people keeping brushing against your backside and touching your waist. Guys also keep forming these sort of whirlpools in the middle of the moshing and would run across and crash into the people around the sides. Paige and I unintentionally ending up on the side of one of these twice.
When the lead singer says something everyone hollers and makes the devil sign with their hand in the air, and even though I couldn’t understand what they were saying half the time and didn’t even know what the bands were I did so anyway because it looked fun and as Rimmer would say: “When in Rome…wear a toga.”
After 5 hours Paige and I staggered out after being on our feet for the whole time without water and dulled hearing and I was quite thankful to spend the next few hours lying in a hammock chatting with Paige’s friends and relatives, possibly some of the most pleasantly laidback people in the universe, before passing out on their couch around 3’O Clock.
Oh yeah, I’m back from Bunbury by the way. WHile I was there I had a conflict with a spa but I might write about that some other time. Right now I’m at home trying to shake off a cold before a birthday party on Sunday. |
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