This is an excellent piece, sir, and one which I’ve shared on Twitter… with one caveat. My only problem is that, like many people, you seem to misunderstand the moshpit entirely. No, I’m serious. A moshpit is not a place of abuse and chaos comparable with Twitter. Ninety-nine times out of 100, it’s actually a positive, self-regulating and ultimately peaceful space. There are rules understood by participants, such as Pick Up Anyone Who Falls Down and Do Not Actually Hit Anyone: Just Push Them Around Like Human Bumper Cars. It’s an immensely cathartic piece of organised chaos which tends to mirror the music perfectly.
Only recently, at a thrash metal show in London, I saw a hulking bruiser of a man gently lead two younger people out of a raging moshpit. They’d become mysteriously stuck together by their heads, like conjoined twins. The older man, who otherwise looked like he might eat your grandmother, bones ’n’ all, spent 10 careful minutes separating the guy’s eyebrow ring from the girl’s dreadlocks. Then back into the controlled madness they all went.