Day 121: The Wall of Death
4 May
I’ve already recounted this harrowing tale here at the BSMF blog.
The only thing I wish to add is this: Is there any irony in a band that’s straight edge and vegetarian and super into PETA encouraging its crowd to beat the shit out of each other? No irony? Just dumb? Okay.
Oh and one more thing. When I was recounting this story to my mom today, she was, of course, horrified (and relayed the story to my dad, who was ready to kick some Rise Against ass, of course) but also amused because she remembered when I was deep into the *alternative* music back in the mid-’90s, when moshing was really taking hold and getting popular, and I thought all that shit was so cool. She said she remembers the exact moment that I entered into snooty teenagerdom (we all left the same place one day and I walked exactly fifteen paces in front of my parents and pretended that they weren’t even there, heh).
I think she’s relieved that I’ve grown into such an old lady so quickly.
I am too.
I am officially coming out against Walls of Death! At least you had a good excuse for getting banged up, I just flat tripped. Either way, I’m all for a Klutz Klub! :-)