
Head banging is an art form, you must admit, as well as a test in endurance. You can only thrash and flail about for a while, before you start feeling like there's a construction site holed up in your cranium. It's better to watch other people head bang; some people make the funniest faces. Classic Kodak moment.
I think headbanging was invented when some guy at a metal concert in the 70's got the crap beat out of him because of how bad he danced. All the metal fans had to team up together to find a new approach to dancing. This also spawned the fist pump in the air. When people realized there wasn't a workout for the legs they thought, "hey might as well run, tackle, and push each other around in one huge circle in front of the stage." Hence the mosh pit.
Kodak moments?
Hey, don't knock the mosh, dude! I have perpetuated the "pumped fist in the air," and have "ran, tackled, and pushed others around in one huge circle around the stage." Plus, there's the jumping up and down...and as a winding down exercise, there's always the lighter in the air thing. Although since I don't know how to light a lighter, I bring those huge candle lighter things.
A few of my friends are in bands here in Boston, and during Battle of the Bands 2006, I went straight to the competition from a cocktail party. I wore a black halter dress and my friend Braeden was wearing his suit. So we went to the competition, made a beeline to the front of the stage, started headbanging/fist pumping/jumping up and down (of course I took off my kitten heels and went barefoot); dancing's better barefoot)...were about to join the pit when we realized that duh...barefeet don't jive well with mosh. So it was just Braeden...I still have a mental pic of that Kodak Moment. You should've seen the faces of the other dudes in the pit; I don't think they were expecting a yuppie to join them.
Another moment? One of my friends from school wanted to vent out his anger at the professor for giving him an A-, so off we went to a dive in New Hampshire. Classic. Dude with a popped collar, in the pit, kicking the shit out of toughies.
Hey, bring me to a pit in SD?
A few of my friends are in bands here in Boston, and during Battle of the Bands 2006, I went straight to the competition from a cocktail party. I wore a black halter dress and my friend Braeden was wearing his suit. So we went to the competition, made a beeline to the front of the stage, started headbanging/fist pumping/jumping up and down (of course I took off my kitten heels and went barefoot); dancing's better barefoot)...were about to join the pit when we realized that duh...barefeet don't jive well with mosh. So it was just Braeden...I still have a mental pic of that Kodak Moment. You should've seen the faces of the other dudes in the pit; I don't think they were expecting a yuppie to join them.
Another moment? One of my friends from school wanted to vent out his anger at the professor for giving him an A-, so off we went to a dive in New Hampshire. Classic. Dude with a popped collar, in the pit, kicking the shit out of toughies.
Hey, bring me to a pit in SD?
Oh, it was my curiosity...'cause you have been here so long time. But wow, you live in the Usa! I find it sooo fascinating 

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