TOQUE and ALIEN PATCH TEE brandy melville / DENIM JACKET and RIPPED MOM JEANS topshop / SNEAKERS converse / FLANNEL thrifted
Sometimes it's funny when two guys start going at it, trying to outdo each other, to prove themselves in the crowd of witnesses. They might laugh, smile, and make it into a joke. They might start off jostling. Maybe pushing each other hard, to create a domino effect throughout the crowd. Maybe some people push back against the two perpetrators, willing to participate, happily, or even angrily. But what's the point?
I used to think that moshing was what punk music was about. I hastily deduced that going to a live show leads to moshing. It's what we've been exposed to. It's like going to your first dance in high school, and expecting to hold your dance partner really close and shuffle through every song, which we all did really awkwardly. We didn't know how to express our emotions, our bodies, through dance yet -- we didn't know how to enjoy the music.
What I liked about this recent show is that a girl standing behind me dropped her drink onto the floor, and because it was glass, it made a loud shattering noise. I looked at her and she made a joke about the floor, how there's alcohol everywhere. I gave her a thumbs up. During the next song, we yelled stuff about ourselves at each other in lieu of an actual getting-to-know-you conversation. When the music got super energetic, she pulled me into the mosh pit and we held hands and spun each other around, while jumping up and down to the music, and it was really fun. Somebody pushed her and she fell down, right into the alcohol puddle. A few guys pulled her up and I pushed the perpetrator back, feeling completely annoyed.
We just wanted to express ourselves in a manner that was different from the self-proclaiming male-dominated punk culture. There's no room in the mosh pit to dance or touch one another without aggression.
That's all I wanted to say.