Dispatches from the Perfect Mosh Pit at Last Night's Slayer Concert

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Mike Brooks
Slayer on Sunday at Fun Fun Fun Fest, but you get the feeling.

A knight wearing a cardigan steps into a mosh pit. Men and women resembling barbarians, vikings and neanderthals - with long hair matted, sweat soaking their black t-shirts with the words "Slayer" written in blood across their chest and shoulders - surge like an angry sea all around him.

Upside down crosses hover above the stage, and a pentagram backdrop with the repeated word "Slayer" hangs somewhere in the darkness. Thrashing thunders all around, and the sky above the metal band turns red, but the knight simply curls the tips of his handlebar mustache and slams into a neanderthal who looks more dwarfish than human, then hits an old barbarian with long gray-streaked hair, before finally surging against a shore that violently returns him to the sea.

Oh... the madness, a sea of moving bodies crashing and surging, depositing demented fish flopping as if gasping for air in the crowd that forms the mosh pit's borders. But be careful throwing them back; you may lose an ear or a finger. Some of them are vicious fucks, and their smiles and nods of mutual respect hide their evil intentions: to cause raining blood, especially at a Slayer concert.

The knight crashes into a woman whom he'd been trying to avoid. He looks as he wants to apologize, but then she slams into him and nearly takes out his nose and knocks off his glasses. He smiles and spins into another body and another and another as electric guitars ignite on stage.

He stands out among my brethren with his nicely trimmed hair, perfectly styled with a partial part to the left (or maybe the right; a strange fog filled the Southside Ballroom on more than one occasion). Surrounded by slobbering maniacs with matted hair and glistening bald heads, the knight looks as if he's going to be crushed. But he moves with a grace that defies the madness taking over the mosh pit.

The metal gets faster and louder. Cups fly through the air, raining alcohol on the people pouring into the pit, but they don't dodge the beer; they welcome it. Leaning heads back, mouths opening, lapping at the raindrops filled with Bud Light and Coors Light like possessed dogs finally set free for the night.

The knight moves with the beat screaming through the ballroom, sidestepping metal heads ejected from the mosh pit. He jumps, spins, and stops to head bang. But he doesn't understand the pit's chaotic nature, nor does he realize we're entering the mouth of hell.

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2 comments
TLS1
TLS1

This is nearly impossible to read.  I mean, I know the words but the combinations of these words are baffling.

msbcez
msbcez

ROFL someone took creative writing a little too seriously with this piece.  Really? your attempting to turn the slayer concert into some sort of montage resembling Camelot or a region of Warcraft.  Were you attempting to tell us about the concert or just being self indulgent, by trying to prove to everyone your awesomeness with analogies and overly creative adjectives?
Im not sure whether or not to be impressed, or worried that you were able to stretch the concert I went to last night, into something resembling a short fictional sounding novel......

Oh well I guess everyone has their own writing style, but you know what happens when people have too much style? They end up hosting TV shows changing straight men to be less straight. So enjoy your new career in TV media! GL

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