fm3red5 wrote:for those of you that are a bit older - i was laughing 1/2 way through "Wish" and the crowd simmered down - why? because we're old and can't jump around like maniacs for a whole song!
HA! Speak for yourself, you old fart. I'm ancient (but not as ancient as Trent), and I jumped around like a maniac for two whole concerts. Both times in the pit, no less, and with a knee and ankle that are still recovering from surgery. So there, ya geezer. Take some supplements or something, sheesh.
Despite my air cast and ice wraps I had to go see the surgeon today, and my physical therapists are gonna brain me tomorrow, I'm sure. Worth it.
GentleRed wrote:Fav moment: Alessandro creaming Aaron in the back with a water bottle throw from across the stage...It was a good shot.
Hee hee heee I saw that too--very funny! Did you see Alessandro's face after he nailed him? He was quite pleased with his aim and was absolutely *beaming.* hahaha! Aaron just took it in stride as if he didn't even notice.
GentleRed wrote:the guys in front of the pit were wonderful with giving us water and fair warning before a crowd surfer came our way. Very nice guys.
I was in the third row between the left speakers and Jeordie, and had the long-curly-haired guard in front. He was funny, pouring sips of water for people. One girl kept trying to grab the bottle (I think just to steady it, not to take it), so he kept yanking it away. Finally he explained, "Just open, like a little birdie, that's it." hahahaa!
I can't say which night was better--they were both awesome, although I think the sound for me was better Sunday night just because of where I was standing. I was third row this time, whereas on Sunday I was maybe twelfth row or so (and didn't want to get closer). The sound and the space were a little bit better back there--I certainly had a couple of inches around me to be able to dance more, although we still got those body-to-body surge-waves going on. I wasn't able to see as well from there, though, and missed a lot of the stage antics.
In the third row my arms were pinned against my chest the whole time (proper defensive pit-stance, elbows at the ready to launch, block, or wedge), but I had an unobstructed, perfect view of the stage. I just smiled like a fool when I wasn't singing, I was so damn happy to have that view. It was much calmer up front, despite the crush, because there were no moshers. Well, there was one short asshole girl and guy who started right behind me (early on, when I was about seven rows back), but my firm sharp elbow was waiting for her as she barreled at me. That, accompanied by a "Knock it the fuck off, NOW!" stopped that shit real fast. Near me, anyway. I think they moved back a few rows and tried it again. Assfaces.
There were a couple girls to my left and one or two idiots behind me who mistook me for a wuss and believed they could break past simply because I seemed to be too engrossed in the concert to notice. They were very very wrong, and when they finally recognized that I was a pro they apologized and officially gave up for the rest of the night, and we all lived happily ever after with absolutely no more pushing--except for those mega-surges, of course, which originate who the hell knows where. I think they have something to do with gravity, the moon phase, and tides. I find them very funny and fun, especially because I gain ground *every* time.
I thought more about the jockeying-for-position pit antics after reading a bunch of these posts, wondering why it doesn't bother me the way it bothers some, and realized: it's just like driving in NYC traffic--and I am an EXPERT at that! Same principles: never give an inch; embrace your space; as a car/body starts pulling out, you're already moving in; never hesitate; verbalize when necessary; own the game; make it clear that you're not afraid to get hit, so they'd best back off; keep your eyes on the road/stage, and never stop singing.
Just as I can mess with my music, open a soda, shift gears, sing along with Trent, foot-tap with Jerome, and maneuver with comfort, ease, and precision through Manhattan without ever taking my eyes off the road, I wasn't the least bit distracted by the pit pushers. I was totally absorbed by the show, and just responded to the pushers instinctively, reflexively, and simultaneously without ever missing a beat or a word. It was only after reading all these posts about missing songs because of crowd shit that made me think about why it doesn't faze me. I laughed at reading posts that refer to the "rough" NYC crowd, because I guess I'm just used to it, so it doesn't seem rough to me at all. Hell, the pit's not much different from an NYC street corner, street, or subway car, and if this shit's in your blood, you keep your ground AND you keep singing.
And yeah, I strolled around the block on the way to my Jeep and saw Trent's granddad, Bowie, and Jeordie. Trent was long gone, of course, smart lad. Second big laugh of the night (first was Alessandro's water-bottle missile): As Bowie headed for the limo somebody called out, "Look, it's David Spade!" He was serious! HAHAHAhahaha! I had a feeling Bowie would show up, and told my bro-in-law so before the concert, so he scoped the boxes and spotted him. I was up by the stage, so I didn't see him until after the show.
OH YEAH... I almost forgot: ABSOLUTE FUCKING LOSER OF THE CENTURY AWARD goes to the shithole behind me who shouted "Freebird!" every chance he got. What the fuck was a loser like that even doing at a NIN concert???!!!
People singing to Hurt drowned out the whole band. Piggy seemed a bit drowned out too. My friend lost her mind when they broke into Sin. I would've preferred to hear Reptile over March of the Pigs or Terrible Lie (yes, I know unpopular opinion). song I thought that sounded particularly great: Suck, Hand that Feeds (sounds great live), Line Begins to Blur, Closer,Sin. Very hard to focus b/c the whole experience of the show sent me into a dither, like being under a spell. Thanks and happy b-day, TR.
