Into the mosh pit

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The mosh pit formed around me. Suddenly I was being shoved about like a rag doll.

Scott Ian and Joey Belladonna of Anthrax

I am both amused and thrilled that at age 50 I can still go watch many of the heavy-metal bands of my youth perform live. When I was 20 I never imagined that this music genre was in it for the long haul, that it would keep finding new audiences well into the new millennium. Yet it is, and it has, and there I was in a crowd that skewed at least 20 years younger than me.

Looking about, I noticed a handful of men near my age. We were easy to spot for our ear plugs, blue, orange, and green.

The audience was easily 80 percent men, and while it’s hard to tell by looks alone I wouldn’t be surprised if most of them worked blue-collar or service-industry jobs. Metal is an aggressive form of music that appeals to men with few sanctioned outlets for their anger. I get it: even at my age, a good headbang is excellent release.

These photographs are of the headliner, thrash-metal pioneer Anthrax. I’d seen them twice before — in 1988 and 1989! I’d not heard of the two opening bands, Havok and Killswitch Engage. But it turns out they’re established and well known, having been founded in 2004 and 1999, years I was consumed with raising my young children.

I would not have been there at all were it not for our youngest son, aged 17. He loves music from many genres and has lately added metal to his repertoire. He’s not just got an ear for the stuff, but he plays several instruments himself and has studied, all on his own, music theory and composition. When I share with him some of the metal of my younger days, he usually tells me things about the songs’ structure that I never knew, and describes the classical elements after which some of the riffs are modeled.

At any rate, he came to me not long ago and said, “Anthrax is coming to town. Would you like to go?” Hell yes.

Belladonna wailing and Ian shredding

But about that mosh pit: It’s tradition at thrash-metal shows that, near the stage, the audience forms a circle and men run about in it, smashing into and shoving each other. I have never understood the appeal. I remember the first mosh pit I saw, at that 1989 Anthrax show. Looked like chaos; looked like needless pain. I was glad the pit was way across the room from me so I could steer clear.

No luck this time, though. The pit formed around me, and I was furious. I didn’t ask for this! And I’ve been undergoing extensive chiropractic treatment. This had better not undo all that good work!

Oh, those thoughts were so not metal.

I fought my way to the edge of the pit. I tried to push in deeper, but the thick crowd resisted me. So along the edge I stood, a skinny geek among burly men. Quickly I learned that we had a job: to push moshers back in before they broke into the crowd.

That’s where I saw the etiquette in the melee. It began with us men around the edge, protecting the crowd behind us. But even among the moshers there were surprising unspoken rules. Within the pit, nobody’s hands were raised higher than chest level. Hands remained open and were used only to push others. Feet remained on the floor. And, astonishingly, when a man fell the men around him immediately stopped, pushed other moshers away, and picked him up.

At one point a man in a wheelchair joined the moshers. He was able to get in some good pushes, and the jolts he took were not any kinder just because he was chairbound. The fellow was also good and drunk, though. When other moshers saw that he wasn’t sober enough to be there, a couple men wheeled him back out. I didn’t see them come back; maybe they bought the man another beer.

There were rules of engagement here. And on this night, everyone I saw played by them.

Later, a gap formed behind me in the crowd. I was happy to fall back into it and just listen to the band and let others do mosher-goalie duty.

The next morning I was unbruised. But I was quite sore, and stayed that way for a week. Moshing is not for the middle aged.

It’s not enough to deter me from more metal shows, though. We are going to see another thrash-metal pioneer, Slayer, on their farewell tour in May.


6 responses to “Into the mosh pit”

  1. Donald Harvill Avatar

    I had something similar happen last spring. The noise-rap group clipping. had an off date between opening dates with The Flaming Lips in Charlotte and Atlanta. With some local connections here in Johnson City TN, they booked a show on April Fools Day in a downtown bar. It was the same week that their album ‘Splendor & Misery’ made the short list for a Hugo award, the first music album to get that honor since the early 70s.

    I took my 16 year old daughter to the show. She’s a big fan of Daveed Diggs, but had also been listening to clipping.’s music, and I got a picture of her with Daveed before the show.

    Long story short, we were standing about 10 yards from the stage when clipping. started an aggressive number and a mosh pit formed. Not exactly what this 50-year-old with a cane and his teen daughter along had expected. Several guys with petite dates helped me get the young ladies out of the way and form a barrier. Knowing a good number of the guys in the pit, and them being aware of my situation, probably helped. It worked out well and we had a great time.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      What an awesome experience to share with your daughter! The show and Daveed Digs, not the mosh pit. Happy the two of you were helped out of the way.

  2. J P Cavanaugh Avatar

    I can’t say that I have ever developed much of a taste for metal, but I can identify how great it is when you can bond with your kids over some favorite music (whether ours or theirs). I think young people today have cultivated broader tastes in music than earlier generations, perhaps because iPods are better at this than commercial radio was.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I am confident metal and I would never have hit it off were it not for my metal-soaked college roommates.

      I agree: modern ways of accessing new music has opened up the world to young people today. In our time, if the local top-40 station didn’t play it, it didn’t exist.

  3. Kevin Thomas Avatar
    Kevin Thomas

    Concerts I have seen (in mostly chronological order):

    Late 1975 – Rick Wakeman (I loved Yes and it was great to see their best keyboardist)

    May 1976 – Peter Frampton, Santana, America, Gary Wright, Cecilio & Kapono, and for some reason I remember the opening act as being the Outlaws. Wolf man Jack was MC

    August 1976 – Yes!! (The band) At the time my favorite band of all time

    Fall 1976 – I started the University of Texas the same time they started producing a show called Austin City Limits. I managed to get into several takings before too many people found out about the free tickets. Saw Steve Fromholz and Tracy Nelson.

    March 1977 Genesis (post Peter Gabriel but they still had Steve Hackett)

    Sometime spring 1977 – America

    ? 1977 – Second Chapter of Acts (Christian group)

    1978 – Santana (I wish I’d gone to more 5$ concerts when I was in college)

    1981 – Phil Keaggy (an amazing guitar player) – I’ve seen him twice since

    1985 – Stryper (my brush with metal :P)

    1989 – Joe Satriani ‘Flying in a Blue Dream’ tour

    1990 – Leo Kottke (another guitar hero)

    1996 – First G3 tour – Joe Satriani, Eric Johnson, Steve Vai, Adrian Legg

    2004 – Adrian Croce (Jim Croce’s son)

    July 2004 – Simon & Garfunkel

    Norah Jones

    Gordon Lightfoot

    The Association

    And last month the Moody Blues.

    I know that’s not all, but it’s what I remember :)

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Good stuff. I wish I’d seen S&G when they toured. And it’s super cool that you were doing Austin City Limits when it was new!

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