Eight South Florida Mosh Pit Memories from a Former Slam Dancing Enthusiast
Actual Weapons #1: "Don't Taze Me, Straight Edge Bro!"
Club Q was a pure-sketch dive in a Davie with a greasy stripper pole and a reputation for hosting Ku Klux Klan circle jerks. When I was first getting into live music, fear was a big part of the game. I was usually on edge at Club Q. But there was nothing to be afraid of? Actually, there was: straight-edge kids in bandana kicking the shit out of you because you're into ska.
Picture this: A number of dinguses are "skanking" (a train of individual Rock'em Sock'em robot set loose in a circle). Black-and-white checkered sneakers are on their feet, wallet chains hang from their baggy jorts, and some manner of Ska Hat is upon every nog. Suddenly, menacing figures with bandanas over their faces and Bane hoodies adorning their upper torso, crash the pit with Bruce Lee shadowboxing. Inevitably, some punk-with-horns Muppet Baby gets clocked, tensions rise, and at the first hint of retribution, the anonymous assailants all swarm like metal shavings to a giant magnet, and present a hearty group beatdown to whichever Rude Boy/Girl was stupid enough to fight back. Oh yeah, and one time somebody got tazered!
Actual Weapons #2: Katana-Wielding Skinheads Occupy Agnostic Front Concert
I did not actually experience this first-hand, but my memory of the story and the outlandishness of its content more than justifies its inclusion. It goes a little something like this: Agnostic Front is inspiring mongos to bash each others heads in, when a contingent swarms the stage with a fucking Katana and declare, "We have taken over the show!" Please leave a comment if you know any more details, because, for real, that shit is cray.