MOSH PIT STORIES!

what if your about 155 cm & 45 kg.
Haha, yes im really short&skinny & really weak.

If anybody went to the MELB concert in Jan, how was the moshpit there?

A few weeks ago, i went to 'give it a name 07' at Birmingham, anyways, I got thrown into the Mosh Pit by my twin anyways, One of my converse came off RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE!! then it closed up and I lost it Luckly it was towards the end of the day, I think 2 bands were left to play and they werent my fav but I still had to walk around only 1 shoe on!! My foot was freezing and soaked with beer!! Luckly no one stood on my toes but I couldn't go back in after obviously coz my foot would have got crushed!! Can't say its my best expeirence in a mosh pit, but its definatly the funniest

i havent been fortuante enough to be in a pit at My Chem
but I was for Trasher and when people stage dive onto your head three times,
you're one of the only girls in the pit and that ONE guy kepps punching you
in the back of the head and running away, it either makes or breaks your mosh pit
enjoyment...I <3 THEM

Well, last night I went to the My Chemical Romance concert. I woke up today caked in sweat and grime so I had a shower, I feel human now. Phew. I'm soo sore.. My forearms are numb as hell from doing hand gestures and sticking my fist into the air.

So, me and my best friend Ashley, Michelle (Ashley's sister), my sister (Jenna) all met up at Michelle's house. Jenna did my hair so it looked good... And we did the whole Three Cheers makeup thing, you know, the black bar across the face? We then left and made our way to zee concert.

Anyways, I was in the mosh pit, and when Muse played it wasn't crazy at all. They threw a sandwich into the crowd and someone whipped it at my face so I took a large bite out of it, said, "Mmm" and spit it into the crowd, I then threw the other piece somewhere else. That was damn funny.

So, I was brandishing a bag of Twizzlers with a letter to MCR. People kept on joking around saying, "Mmm, can I have some!?" Yeah, some pretty nice guys. All of a sudden the lights dimmed and I'm like 'Okay! Twizzler time!" Everyone backs up and all of a sudden around 50 people start chanting 'Twizzlers'. I flailed my twizzler hand around.. Fucking funny! The lights came back on.. False alarm.

Then the lights dimmed again and a stretcher got pushed onto the stage... Guess who?

MOTHERFUCKING GERARD WAY!

As soon as he got up and started singing, I started bawling my friggen eyes out. The mosh got pretty crazy so I'm like 'Okay guys! I'm throwing the twizzlers!' I flung the bag and missed. It got passed back and I got my best friends (Ashley) sister (Michelle) to throw it on stage, she nailed it. So, I was relieved I got rid of that, cause the mosh pit was pretty heavy. I cried more, screamed out lyrics, the whole deal.

So I keep on moshing, I had to jump, it was really easy cause you are squished and have no choice but to move with the crowd. I was getting abit worried so I grabbed onto my friend but some asshole managed to budge in. Then, the bright lights flashed on and off and some other guy towered over me and got comfortable by digging his freaking elbow into my jugular. I held that position for sometime and tried to get him off me by pushing him and saying 'I can't breath asshole.' or 'Get the fuck off me asshole.' Finally, Michelle kind of found me and tried to get the guy to move, but he just smiled. It was hard cause I couldn't even see the stage, there were so much hands in the air.

Again, the lights flashed on and off and some crazy technics went on. I heard Gerard singing and the roar of the crowd. I tried to keep my head up which I did successfully. The lights flashed on and off again, more crazy technics. I then couldn't hear anything and I'm sure I passed out, I was pretty scared but I didn't panic... Hey, if the last thing I see is Gerard Way singin then more power to me. I woke up to hands flailing and a security guard looming over me and asking if I was okay. I don't know what I did or said but I passed out again and woke up to two guys pulling me out and people pushing and pulling on my legs, I'm pretty sure I started screaming obscenities, but I don't remember. I then passed out again and woke up with two guys arms around mine carrying me to an equipment box, I sat down and they gave me some water. The guys asked me some questions and I told him that all I wanted to do is see my heroes play, he smiled at that. Anyways, I watched MCR play further, I don't remember which song cause I was dizzy as hell. All of a sudden, fucking confetti comes flying and I laughed at that, the boys are so theatric. Amazing live too. I was then escorted to the Medic Room and checked up. There was some old lady there who annoyed the hell out of me, I kept on asking if I could leave cause I wanna see my heroes play, she then wasted 20 minutes on the phone. I know it's her job to keep people safe but whatever man.. I remember hearing MCR play further, and I almost started to cry cause I was missing out on so much. Finally, another medic came in and I answered his questions, I then asked him if I could leave and he let me. Thank god. I made my way down the seats and watched MCR play. I had already lost my voice but I kept on screaming out their lyrics. Gee looked at me a couple times I'm sure.. I then got that freaking spotlight shone right into my eyes. It was amazing, when they played Famous Last Words fire shot up behind Bob (the drummer) and then when songs ended there were really loud gunshot like sounds. A lot of sparks too. Amazing. So, they went out, and came back in and played some old stuff. It was really funny actually... Gerard kept on jumping and dancing and moving around like a chicken, at the start of the concert he's all like, "Just say Le Black Parade and it's french! *Shrug*... and hes like "Leee Blllaaaaackk Paaaarrraaaadde!" Rofl. Haha, funny guy.

Anyways, I went upstairs when it ended and saw my mom, who was nearly shitting herself, turns out my sister phoned her and told her that I had passed out, my sister was crying. I feel stupid, I should of told her I was fine because I truly was. I made my way to the Merch Stand and bought $190 of Merch.

After that, I went outside and sprinted to the tour bus. I sat there for around 15 minutes when my mom came and started arguing with me. I told her that I could stay with Ashley and Michelle, cause before Ashley had told me that I could stay with em. I knew I had school, but who gives a shit, I'd rather wait 2 days straight to meet my role models than learn. Sounds retarded, but those guys are one of the best things that have ever happened to me, I owe my life (Quite literally) to them. My mom then threw me towards the car and started screeching at me, at which point I threw my stuff into the car and yelled something for the whole world to hear. After that, it got worse. We argued more. Dropped my sister (Jenna) off. Went home, argued, my mom blamed this on My Chem, which really pissed me off. I slammed my door, went to bed, you know, like a spoiled, selfish little brat.

My mom woke up me up this morning, I ignored her, she threatened to take all of my MCR stuff away, saying other stuff. I got up and sat there, argued more, until she left. Thank god, I slept and woke up at 1pm, had a shower and came down here... I feel pretty bad, I know my mom had to work but shit, you don't take that experience away from me, it's one of the most cruel things she has ever done. I truly am grateful for her getting me tickets and driving me, but jeez. I wanted to just see my heroes or at least try to wait for em.

Yeah, I had a fun time. At least I got to go. It was unreal seeing Gerard, Frankie, Bob and Ray up there... Frankie has long hair now. Gerard just, wow. *Sigh*

Fresno show.
I made my way to the front.. and gerard came out on his lil bed.
and i was like enjoying myself. and then like the crowd got pushed back..during this is how i disappear, i was thrown in a mosh pit. got punched in the face. and then got pushed back into the crowd and got majorly claustrophobic so tried to leave.. got pushed back into the mosh pit thing.. and got my hair pulled and someone stepped on my slipper and tore it.. yes i was wearing slippers. and then like i was like noo damn it.. noo.. and then kept trying to walk. and then this chick crowd surfing. lost support and her stupid head hit me right on my shoulder.. hurt soo bad. and so i was the only person to help her up. and she was like oh thanks.. and i made sure she was okay.. and then tried moving back.. and finally i was like.. okay im going to puke. and safely made it out the pit. standing along the outside.. these guys that were majorly built. like jock status were just having the time of their life all drunk and leaning against me.. i was like just chilling with them.. and then my lil cousin maddison, 4, comes to join me. and those guys try to start a mosh pit, and i pushed the guy and iwas like stop your shit its annoying.. and he was like.oh im sorry.. and then they do it again.. so i push him harder.. for being a strong guy he was drunk and easy to push over.. and he apologized one more time.. and yeah.. i looked like crap after the show my hair was a mess my slipper ripped and yeah.. Mikey was like "wow did you enjoy the show" and laughed.. i was a lil upset at him.. but he showed me his drawing and explained them to me and it made me feel better. and yeah.. i had a moment with each one of the boys, especially gerard, so i didnt even remember the pit until the next day with a swallon face small bald spot on the back of my head and my ripped slipper =[ lol

i need help.sorry, i feel very dumb,but i never had the privelege of going to a rock concert with a mosh pit yet and i might. so,why does everyone hurt eachother in a mosh pit? and is when they start hurting eachother called moshing? PLEASE HELP ME. I WILL HELP U IF NEEDED.

The funniest story I have is at a Mest concert. I got kicked in the back of the head and ended up with my face of the floor. My friend said I looked like a cartoon because one second I'm upright and the next, my feet are in the air.

Viendork:

i need help.sorry, i feel very dumb,but i never had the privelege of going to a rock concert with a mosh pit yet and i might. so,why does everyone hurt eachother in a mosh pit? and is when they start hurting eachother called moshing? PLEASE HELP ME. I WILL HELP U IF NEEDED.

People don't deliberately hurt each other in mosh pits [well, not all the time LOL] but it's the most fun you can have, especially in circle pits. It's amazing getting rid of all that aggression. Without sounding patronising, I think you're a little young to experience one yourself yet, but maybe in a few years' time =]



Here's a video of me and my sister in a circle pit while seeing Lostprophets last month. I'm the one with black hair. That video will just give you a brief insight into what it's like.

WOW U R A SURVIVER
I SAY THE SAME THING.
I WISH I HAD FLOOR SEATS

I went to bamboozle and during my chemical romance i was standing in the crowd not moshing or anything but the crowd was pretty rough. I got knocked in the head about 5 times then some drunk fat guy decided to go crowd surfing and he fell on me and i couldnt stand up or keep my eyes open so i had to crowd surf out then the security guard tried to stand me up but i passed out and i had to go to the hospital. not fun at all.

aliss; paranoia.:

What are pits like at festivals?
Better ? Worse ?
Are they really rough or what ?

worse a lot worse.
expecially at Bamboozle in Jersey.
Or anywhere you go if you go to warped tour.
But pretty much any show they are rough.

My first ever concert experience was at the Gold Coast Big day out festival in January this year. I of course went to see My Chem....and Muse and Tool.
Anyway I also dragged my friend along with me so after 4 hours of waiting for MCR to come out my friend eventually has enough and is about to pass out, so fortunately some guys help drag her over the barrier (I was 2nd person from the front)
When they came on it became really violent and my feet were literally not even touching the ground, thats how much people were pushing forward.
In the middle of the set I look to the side of me and this short girl who I had been talking to for hours had passed out on my shoulder, so we call security over and they start to drag her over the barrier only for her to start screaming "My legs are coming off".
At this point I was actually saying to her "dont worry sweety just pull them out", and then the security guy reefed her away and it turns out she had prosthetic legs and they actually fell into the crowd. So me and the guy next to me start bending down trying to find them, only to have people jump on our backs trying to get our spots. Literally one of the scariest moments of my life. But also the best.

hm.. i'm about five foot, and just under one hundred pounds. anyone think i'd live through a mosh? haha.

wait, do they even mosh at the newer mcr concerts? (i'm assuming they play SOME older stuff).