view from the pit...

From broken, bloody noses in the ladies bathroom to
blood soaked shirts in the lobby of the
Roseland....just another day in the Pit for moshers.
Male and female alike.

The crowd gets wild. It is a sport for some, a release
of pent up energy, frustration, anger and rage for
others.
There is a certain element of pleasure that comes from
being in such a place...that place is called "THE PIT"
I remember the first time I went into the pit. It was
at a Motorhead concert at the Pine Street Theater in
Portland, Oregon. That was around 1985 or so. I was a
16 year old female and very niave! My 5'2", 125 pound
frame was no match against the Liberty-spiked hair,
250 pound, studded black leather wearing madman (who I
affectionately named "OHHH FUCK!") who promptly
headbutted me into next week. I had to save face (my
own, i realized, after the pictures of "my little pony
and friends" stopped circling my, now throbbing,
head). So...I scrapped myself out of next Tuesday, and
headed back in. This time, my leather coat was zipped
up. That's right...I was READY for that BIG BAD BOY to
come back for more! OK...so the zipper idea didn't pan
out...but i got a half dozen really awesome bruises
out of it. Not to mention that I can actually say: "I
survived a Motorhead MOSH PIT"! I should have a
bumpersticker to commemorate such an occasion...ah
well....
Today,15 years later, I sit back and watch these
crazed mad men and women have the time of their lives
doing what they love.
This girl had her share and I have "passed the torch"
of the Pit on to the next generation of Moshers...
Go forth and THRASH...in the name of Peace!!!
Desiree'