| The second time I saw moist was pretty well the same shit as the first time. Pretty good musically, sound was OK considering it was at the Western Fairgrounds which is normally just BRUTAL for sound. By the way, MY definition of brutal is BAD. Today's definition of brutal seems to be GOOD but mine's bad and it's always been bad... really fuckin bad. So, I'm in the pit and my fuckin glasses get knocked off. I hate losing my glasses in the mosh pit. For some reason I have this radar though. I'm blind as Bubbles from the Trailer Park Boys without my glasses but for some reason I can see them perfectly if they go flying from my melon in complete darkness. People moshing around, no light on the floor whatsoever but my spidey senses kick in and bam.. there they are. My hand will land on them before someone's heel turns them into shrapnel. I can't find them in the morning when I wake up, knowing full well where I left them but in the pit, no problem. This show was really tough to shoot with all the mayhem. | At one point some little chick got knocked out and people were stepping all over her and David Usher (the singer) had to stop the show to find her get her carried out of there. Un-fucking-believable. Kids these fuckin days. When we INVENTED the mosh pit, we took care of each other. Someone hit the ground, pick em back up like NOW. When someone gets maimed or killed in a mosh pit, they'll stop the damn show. It'll probably cause a bunch of law suits for the band, the venue and anyone within a 10 ft radius of the fucker who got snapped in half. We didn't wanna deal with that kind of shit so we took care of each other. These days, the kids don't give a fuck. Someone falls down and it's like, "hey, the cement just got softer for some reason.... it's good for bouncing on now". I was never a HUGE Moist fan, just barely at best. But one thing I remember about them was they always had the most outrageous mosh pits for some unknown fucking reason. Gotta respect that I guess. |
| The little girls just LOVED this band. Largely because of David Usher. I'm standing there getting ready to shoot the show and there's this wee little girl next to me holding on to my shirt for dear life cuz the crowd was starting to push their way to the front and things were heating up a bit. She had a little stuffed bear that she wanted to give to David... it almost brought a fuckin tear to my eye. I suggested to her at that time that she step over to the side a bit cuz these shows sometimes get pretty violent in front of the stage. She was determined to stay. Well for some reason, the entertainment starved town of London, Ontario came out to Moist shows looking for a mosh pit cuz they did play some heavy-ish songs. | I just didn't get how the likes of Moist could cause such fucking mayhem in the pit. I had an easier time going through Rob Zombie's or Megadeth's pit for fuck sake. Anyway... before you know it, the shit hits the fan and this little girl is crying and asking to help her out of the pit, she lost her stuffed bear and was scared shitless... so I pick her up, threw her over my shoulder and waded through the assholes to drop her off safe and sound and then bashed my way back up to the front. I felt like a fireman saving her little life!! She woulda been toast for sure! Same thing happened at Silverchair and Bush a couple times. Other than little kids in the pit, Moist was always fun to see. |
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