I went to my first concert ever to see my best friend Alex play with his two bands Gypsi & Tomorrow Awaits at The Champ in Harrisburg (Technically it’s in Lemoyne but it’s right across the river so for all intents and purposes it’s in Harrisburg)
I have mixed feelings about it. I for one liked the music. It’s was just the kind of metal I like: Metal enough to hear actual lyrics and not screams and grunts. What I didn’t like was the audience in the so-called mosh pit. From what I heard from my friends moshing is shoving into your co-spectators like a bunch of NFL jocks. What I witnessed, however, was a bunch of drunken Karate Kid-wannabees high on crack swinging their arms and legs like a bunch of fucktards. I had to stand in the far corner so I wouldn’t get hit. One thing about me is I have a very short temper. You look at me the wrong way and I’ll curse at you, let alone talking shit either in front of me or behind my back. And if you hit me, prepare to have a fight until the gestapo arrive. Or I’m incapacitated, either way I won’t back down until one of those two terms are met. Anyway, I was enjoying the show even though I was pissed off a great deal that those “moshers” wouldn’t just sit or stand and enjoy the show. I noticed that from Gypsi onward that was a slow but steady increase in both quality and fans cheering as the bands rotated. Obviously the guys after Gypsi and Tomorrow Awaits were a bit more weathered and experienced which earned them more roadies to cheer them on. Furthermore, some of those roadies were making fun of the two bands, which was both uncalled for and pissing me off. I swear there might have been a fight or two in The Mosh Blood Pit. But enough of those morons, I overall had a good time besides them. The music was brutal, some of the appearances of the spectators were more so, and I had a bloody good time.
Cheers,
Ronzil