I'll be at Soilwork tonight, possibly Cradle of Filth, Carcass, Nachtmystium, Opeth/Enslaved, etc.
I feel like crossposting this from the Jesterass
"Last night Soilwork and Darkane played at the Troc a nice theater, where more or less decent bands play sometimes. I was getting into a certain condition upstairs before Soilwork set there was no too many people, so I made to the front row later without any problems.
Anyway, lots of familiar faces, got to know many people going to all the shows, not that Im regular, but I've been around for some time. And the guys like to mosh. A good old friendly moshpit, no hardcore dancing or stupid shit like that, everyone is watching everyone, picking each other up and, of course, moshing the shit out of each other.
So, Im at the upstairs bar, where the most comfortable seats are, nice and comfy, watching the action, enjoying the music and an alcoholic beverage of thermonuclear consistency. So, I mention these two oddballs: two guys on the edge of a moshpit, looking like stupid skinheads and behaving like ones, i.e. pushing people away very violently, arms raised like they are going to punch someone in the face (boxing stance?), without any idea whats going on.
Oh, and I mention one of them has a jesterhead tattoo on his shoulder.
So, this Proud Jesterhead is trying to mosh. But the problem is hes not even drunk, but he cant stand, he falls over, tries to tackle people, and falls again, it was just painful to watch, as I laughed so hard. Of course, no one is helping the asshole to stand up, big dudes and moshpit captain dont want him in there, so one of the big guys push him back and start messing with him, provoking for a fight to get rid of those idiots.
Those two fuckers keep watching each other, and express weird camaraderie in between the songs, starting to punch each other's chests. They exchanged like 15 punches, which is kind of long (not to say stupid).
Security gets closer there are like 50 people on the floor, and its not hard to determine whos about to throw some shit toward the fan. I finish my beverage, but dont leave, as the fan is spinning, and some monkey already made a doodoo.
The show goes on, big guys keep messing with the fucker - nothing too bad, considering it's a moshpit at a metal show. Finally, the Proud Jesterhead had enough - he tries to tackle the big dude in a yellow Toxic Holocaust t-shirt. The big dude weighs like 200 lbs, and Proud Jesterhead is like 170, but nonetheless the big dude moves out of the way like a fucking ballerina, and Proud Jesterhead is sliding on his knees aside of him.
Then shit hits the fan: he is running around, tries to tackle someone else, his skinhead friend rushes to help him, a fight breaks out, but that idiot rushes towards security, so before anyone could land a good punch on a fucker the fight is over, Proud Jesterhead is gone, everyone is happy.
I thanked the big dudes later for the show, it was awesome, and the good guys won again. I made it to the front row and headbanged the shit out of myself to good ol Soilwork. Sound was bad, but after a nuclear mixture of alcohol and other things in my system it didnt really matter."