Ballroom Dancing
Well hello again!
Last night it popped into my head. In the short blogging career I've had thus far, I've been writing (nearly) exclusively about this that frustrate me - which actually had been a relief (even my shrink seems to think I'm much more relaxed these days. Yay!). But now, Id like to explain some things about the things I do to vent this frustration and anger in real life. It's about a little hobby of mine. It's called....
MOSH!!!!
(Damn, it even feels good saying it!)
Now, a lot of you people that I know in real life are aware of the fact that, at certain times, I like visiting shows or concerts by bands you so convenietly and casually refer to as "a sh*tload of noise". However, I sense that most of you don't fully realize what actually goes on at these merry events. As many of you suspect, these events do not exclusively involve violence, drunkenness, sweaty armpits and loads of hair. Sure, you do see "some" of it, but it doesn't dominate the scene as it does as during, say, a Pantera ,Cannibal Corpse or, well... Crowded House concert. Also, a lot of people associate this hobby of mine with stage-diving and crowd-surfing: congratulations, you're on the right track. But it's soooooo much more than that. Over the last few years, moshing has evolved into a mixture of freefighting, kickboxing and top class ballet. You'd be surprised how much respect a flic-flac, handstand or salto will get you in the moshpits of today (unless, of course, you land on somebody's head or other vital body parts).
Why go along in this madness, you ask? Why combine severe hangovers with unnecessary bumps, cuts and bruises? Two reasons really.
1. The aforementioned ventilation of frustrations of daily life. This may involve the boss, work, colleagues, friends, family, money, unpaid bills, unpaid invoices, love unanswered, respect denied - you know, the usual stuff - or just a general feeling of discontent (I really hate bringing Limp Bizkit in on this subject, but they said it right when they sang "Just one of those days where you don't wanna wake up/ Everything is fucked, everybody sucks/ You don't wanna know why, but you wanna justify RIPPIN' SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF!!". Ed. note: this does not diminish the fact that Fred Durst is a punk mofo).
2. YOUR protection. I could always, like some people I know and/ or see, go out on the weekends with these feelings nicely tucked away. Then, after several units of boose, get drunk,
annoyed and frustrated, after which I would inflict these frustrations upon my peers, friends, and total strangers. Now would that be the correct thing to do? I think NOT! I think it's much more appropriate to save these... erhm..."tendencies" of mine for the proper occassions, where lots of people have the same mindset. Why?? Because I'm a caring, loveable guy (as you can see in the pictures in this blog :-))!
Naturally, I could now go on and on and on about how nobody hardly ever gets hurt, it's not as rough and mean as it looks (well... unless you're visiting a Kickback show :-S), everybody knows each other, etc. etc. But wouldn't it be so mucher nicer, enlightening and adventurous to discover this information first hand? I say: why not join me on one of my little excursions? Anybody who feels like breaking their routine and come along with me on any weekend night, feel free to give me a buzz. You won't regret it!
Ow yes, and so you're not ENTIRELY unprepared: here's a little preview .... ( - this would be where you crank the volume on your speakers WAAAAAY up - fuck your boss and colleagues.) Enjoy!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1086895639477334427&q=gwvf
P.S. Helmets, shinguards and cotton balls available upon request. ( tim@chixdiggit.nl )
Last night it popped into my head. In the short blogging career I've had thus far, I've been writing (nearly) exclusively about this that frustrate me - which actually had been a relief (even my shrink seems to think I'm much more relaxed these days. Yay!). But now, Id like to explain some things about the things I do to vent this frustration and anger in real life. It's about a little hobby of mine. It's called....
MOSH!!!!
(Damn, it even feels good saying it!)
Now, a lot of you people that I know in real life are aware of the fact that, at certain times, I like visiting shows or concerts by bands you so convenietly and casually refer to as "a sh*tload of noise". However, I sense that most of you don't fully realize what actually goes on at these merry events. As many of you suspect, these events do not exclusively involve violence, drunkenness, sweaty armpits and loads of hair. Sure, you do see "some" of it, but it doesn't dominate the scene as it does as during, say, a Pantera ,Cannibal Corpse or, well... Crowded House concert. Also, a lot of people associate this hobby of mine with stage-diving and crowd-surfing: congratulations, you're on the right track. But it's soooooo much more than that. Over the last few years, moshing has evolved into a mixture of freefighting, kickboxing and top class ballet. You'd be surprised how much respect a flic-flac, handstand or salto will get you in the moshpits of today (unless, of course, you land on somebody's head or other vital body parts).
Why go along in this madness, you ask? Why combine severe hangovers with unnecessary bumps, cuts and bruises? Two reasons really.
1. The aforementioned ventilation of frustrations of daily life. This may involve the boss, work, colleagues, friends, family, money, unpaid bills, unpaid invoices, love unanswered, respect denied - you know, the usual stuff - or just a general feeling of discontent (I really hate bringing Limp Bizkit in on this subject, but they said it right when they sang "Just one of those days where you don't wanna wake up/ Everything is fucked, everybody sucks/ You don't wanna know why, but you wanna justify RIPPIN' SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF!!". Ed. note: this does not diminish the fact that Fred Durst is a punk mofo).
2. YOUR protection. I could always, like some people I know and/ or see, go out on the weekends with these feelings nicely tucked away. Then, after several units of boose, get drunk,
annoyed and frustrated, after which I would inflict these frustrations upon my peers, friends, and total strangers. Now would that be the correct thing to do? I think NOT! I think it's much more appropriate to save these... erhm..."tendencies" of mine for the proper occassions, where lots of people have the same mindset. Why?? Because I'm a caring, loveable guy (as you can see in the pictures in this blog :-))!Naturally, I could now go on and on and on about how nobody hardly ever gets hurt, it's not as rough and mean as it looks (well... unless you're visiting a Kickback show :-S), everybody knows each other, etc. etc. But wouldn't it be so mucher nicer, enlightening and adventurous to discover this information first hand? I say: why not join me on one of my little excursions? Anybody who feels like breaking their routine and come along with me on any weekend night, feel free to give me a buzz. You won't regret it!
Ow yes, and so you're not ENTIRELY unprepared: here's a little preview .... ( - this would be where you crank the volume on your speakers WAAAAAY up - fuck your boss and colleagues.) Enjoy!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1086895639477334427&q=gwvf
P.S. Helmets, shinguards and cotton balls available upon request. ( tim@chixdiggit.nl )
posted by Tim Adank at 6:04 AM
3 Comments:
It’s a reassuring thought that you MOSH because no, I would not like you to inflict those frustrations upon your peers, friends, and/ or total strangers. I like you the way I now you mr.: I kind, understanding and generous friend. You might still want to make me that dinner… hihi. I know, I’m pushing it X
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