Disclaimer :Sorry guys this is actually not CBGB, Hellfest or Wacken. So yesterday I had the chance to meet and talk to one Guillame Michels,( not that I haven’t met him before, this guy has been to practically all the shows my band has played at including yesterday’s Skate-aid Moshpit festival which was a huge […]
The moshpit comes to birth at the rise of the moon. Metalheads like a dark cloud of bats swarming and blackening the twilight, appear from the solitude of their conversational caverns. We huddle in expectation and reverberate to the sound of the beast that refuses to die. Some violently as if in a magical trance. There’s pushing and pulling, hoarse shouting and those who fall and meet the ground do so gracefully. At times it is a meeting of elbows and haws and on occasion and a rising boot meets a swininging head. When I withdraw to catch my breat at our table, the bong of shisha is gone and the taste of blood lingers at the edge of my tongue.