An unscientific ranking of things I’ve lost in mosh pits
People say it’s not for them, but I think it’s important to get into a couple of mosh pits every year.
Like I mentioned in this week’s newsletter, I’ve gone to a bunch of shows recently. Two of them, Rilo Kiley and Wet Leg, weren’t that eventful. That isn’t to say nothing happened, I mean who would have ever imagined Rilo Kiley would ever lace up the boots again? And the Wet Leg show did feature the longest and most populated primal scream I’ve ever been a part of. But there wasn’t much that happened once you were in the crowd, you had your spot and you got your spot. But at Sunday’s Jeff Rosenstock and Pup show at the Paramount Theater (a venue that Rosenstock noted could comfortably fit 30 of the venues where he toured 2015’s We Cool?), the crowd was extremely rambunctious, which is of course what you want at a punk show. But it also meant that the show was eventful for me, as I nearly lost my Mets hat three songs into Pup's set.
When I helped lift someone to crowd surf, they immediately kicked me in the face and hat. I tried to grab the thing, and for a brief moment my hat was in my grasp, but the churn of bodies meant it was quickly knocked to the ground an arm’s length away from me. So began my hat’s journey from the middle of the mosh pit to who knows where, traveling along an increasingly beer-soaked floor and getting stepped on by all manner of shoes and boots.
