is there anything worse than hipster mosh rules?

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe · 11-30-2005, 11:03 PM

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Originally Posted by pmorr

Wait wait wait, there's rules?

Get in my way and i'll boot your face is my only rule.

if you were to boot my face, i would beat the hell out of you.

moshing shouldnt be about hurting people. it should just be about having fun. people who take it as seriously as that tend to be the ones getting in the way.

Mr Sensitive · 12-01-2005, 03:28 AM

Mosh pits aren't really my thing, I'm far to weak for them and I also fear pain.

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe · 12-01-2005, 09:53 AM

hence your name i suppose?

Expletive Deleted · 12-01-2005, 04:41 PM

The people you guys are describing are scenesters/scene kids, hipsters hang out in coffee shops reading Kerouac and listening to whatever Pitchfork tells them to. Hipsters don't mosh at shows, they stand there tapping their feet, bobbing their heads, and staring at the band without any emotion whatsoever (unless it's a Dance-Punk band, in which case they just freak the **** out). Believe me, I've been to enough hipster shows to know this. These are hipsters:

"You know that feeling that birdwatchers get when they spot their first Red-flanked Bluetail? Of course you don’t. But try to imagine that surge, that rush. Now multiply it by four, because this mind**** of a photograph is a one-time meeting of all the breeds of the male hipster flocks. From left to right, you’ve got the hip-hop savvy coolkid who does things like wear Doors T-shirts. Then he spend the entire night trying to convince people that he’s doing it unironically while explaining how “important” the band was. Then you’ve got the Britrock buzz band enthusiast who’s always drunk and doesn’t give a **** about New York hipster style but yet somehow always looks understated and impeccable. He always leaves with someone. Then you’ve got the guy whose parents are paying for his Bedford Avenue sublet and drinks for all his friends (when he’s not at an open Sparks, Red Stripe and Svedka bar, ‘natch). And finally, the poor schmuck who is always trying a bit too hard who nobody really likes. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but this one might be worth an entire DFA compilation. Seriously, we just sent the link to the Library of Congress and we got an instant response that just said, “Whaaaaaaaaaa???”" (Thanks Blue States Lose!)

These are scene kids:

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe · 12-01-2005, 04:44 PM

thats gross..

mosesandtherubberducky · 12-01-2005, 05:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Mr Sensitive

Mosh pits aren't really my thing, I'm far to weak for them and I also fear pain.

Yeah I'm allergic to violence directed to me...I bruise or bleed

Zezima · 12-01-2005, 05:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Expletive Deleted

The people you guys are describing are scenesters/scene kids, hipsters hang out in coffee shops reading Kerouac and listening to whatever Pitchfork tells them to. Hipsters don't mosh at shows, they stand there tapping their feet, bobbing their heads, and staring at the band without any emotion whatsoever (unless it's a Dance-Punk band, in which case they just freak the **** out). Believe me, I've been to enough hipster shows to know this. These are hipsters:

"You know that feeling that birdwatchers get when they spot their first Red-flanked Bluetail? Of course you don’t. But try to imagine that surge, that rush. Now multiply it by four, because this mind**** of a photograph is a one-time meeting of all the breeds of the male hipster flocks. From left to right, you’ve got the hip-hop savvy coolkid who does things like wear Doors T-shirts. Then he spend the entire night trying to convince people that he’s doing it unironically while explaining how “important” the band was. Then you’ve got the Britrock buzz band enthusiast who’s always drunk and doesn’t give a **** about New York hipster style but yet somehow always looks understated and impeccable. He always leaves with someone. Then you’ve got the guy whose parents are paying for his Bedford Avenue sublet and drinks for all his friends (when he’s not at an open Sparks, Red Stripe and Svedka bar, ‘natch). And finally, the poor schmuck who is always trying a bit too hard who nobody really likes. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but this one might be worth an entire DFA compilation. Seriously, we just sent the link to the Library of Congress and we got an instant response that just said, “Whaaaaaaaaaa???”" (Thanks Blue States Lose!)

These are scene kids:

*throw up noises*

EDGE · 12-01-2005, 07:19 PM

I actually like watching the pit; It's.. interesting. It gets me pumped up. But not when the typical asshole, without warning, starts to flare his arms out of no where. I've fractured/sprained so many things just from being somewhat near the pit. This one guy, right in front of me, music starts, he holds for a few seconds, on random, starts his ninja shit on me. Without backing anyone up. Right in my face..I love fractured noses. I really do!

sleepy jack · 12-01-2005, 07:21 PM

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Originally Posted by EDGE

I actually like watching the pit; It's.. interesting. It gets me pumped up. But not when the typical asshole, without warning, starts to flare his arms out of no where. I've fractured/sprained so many things just from being somewhat near the pit. This one guy, right in front of me, music starts, he holds for a few seconds, on random, starts spinning. Without backing anyone up. Right in my face..I love fractured noses. I really do!

thats horrible!
I had that happen to me awhilez ago.
Cept it was my chin.

12-01-2005, 03:28 AM	#32 (permalink)
Mr Sensitive Hyperkinetic Rabbitything Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In the Noodle Mines Posts: 811	Mosh pits aren't really my thing, I'm far to weak for them and I also fear pain. __________________

12-01-2005, 04:41 PM	#34 (permalink)
Expletive Deleted Dancing Machine Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: New York, NY Posts: 1,108	The people you guys are describing are scenesters/scene kids, hipsters hang out in coffee shops reading Kerouac and listening to whatever Pitchfork tells them to. Hipsters don't mosh at shows, they stand there tapping their feet, bobbing their heads, and staring at the band without any emotion whatsoever (unless it's a Dance-Punk band, in which case they just freak the ** out). Believe me, I've been to enough hipster shows to know this. These are hipsters: "You know that feeling that birdwatchers get when they spot their first Red-flanked Bluetail? Of course you don’t. But try to imagine that surge, that rush. Now multiply it by four, because this mind of a photograph is a one-time meeting of all the breeds of the male hipster flocks. From left to right, you’ve got the hip-hop savvy coolkid who does things like wear Doors T-shirts. Then he spend the entire night trying to convince people that he’s doing it unironically while explaining how “important” the band was. Then you’ve got the Britrock buzz band enthusiast who’s always drunk and doesn’t give a ** about New York hipster style but yet somehow always looks understated and impeccable. He always leaves with someone. Then you’ve got the guy whose parents are paying for his Bedford Avenue sublet and drinks for all his friends (when he’s not at an open Sparks, Red Stripe and Svedka bar, ‘natch). And finally, the poor schmuck who is always trying a bit too hard who nobody really likes. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but this one might be worth an entire DFA compilation. Seriously, we just sent the link to the Library of Congress and we got an instant response that just said, “Whaaaaaaaaaa???”" (Thanks Blue States Lose!) These are scene kids:

12-01-2005, 07:19 PM	#38 (permalink)
EDGE accidental genius Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Boston, MA Posts: 1,161	I actually like watching the pit; It's.. interesting. It gets me pumped up. But not when the typical asshole, without warning, starts to flare his arms out of no where. I've fractured/sprained so many things just from being somewhat near the pit. This one guy, right in front of me, music starts, he holds for a few seconds, on random, starts his ninja shit on me. Without backing anyone up. Right in my face..I love fractured noses. I really do!