I have a confession to make. It has always been a long dreamt fantasy of mine to completely dominate a mosh pit while attending some sort of live performance. Truthfully, these musically motivated formations terrify me because of how dangerous they can become. Mouths full of blood usually ensue, and not the kind accompanied by laughter. My anxiety level rises every time I witness these ruthless rituals at a concert, praying desperately that the little guys and few brave girls make it out alive. But then something happens. The anxiety slowly turns into a rush of adrenaline and the desperate need to be apart of such a heart pumping experience. It’s sort of comparable to Notorious B.I.G.’s song “Just Playing”, when he confidently vocalizes his raw and uncut fantasies about getting it on with various R&B singers, but equally attests his want for not offending these women at the end of his rap. Conflicting ideas of taking a risk versus playing it safe make living out a fantasy a tough thing to do.
Pushing my fears aside, let’s just pretend for a moment that I am willing to entertain this notion of becoming one with an aggressive, dancing, fist pumping crowd. Before I literally dive in head first, I would want to physical train for my mosh pit debut, the way a runner prepares for a race. Thinking about this, I wondered what particular music would accompany this training. It didn’t take long for Wisdom In Chains to come to mind. I have certain loyalty for the group. I was fortunate enough to meet these hard working, hardcore music moguls at a show they performed in Baltimore. This concert was actually the last time I witnessed a mosh pit first hand. I remember watching a crowd, made up mostly of young adult men, mesmerized by the band’s music and presence, which undoubtedly fueled the mission to mosh. It was a pretty intense yet incredible experience. I did not need to see this performance, however, to be convinced that Wisdom In Chains would give me the mojo I needed if ever presented with the opportunity to join these ranks. The band’s famous, self-titled album is one of the first discoveries I made through my internship with Universal Warning Records. I remember popping the CD in my car and playing it start to finish, which I repeated a few times upon the disc’s end. “You spit in my face and disrespected my name, and then you wanted pity when the beat down came”, screams Mad Joe Black, as I repetitiously beat an opened palm on my steering wheel.
Will I ever see the inner circle of a mosh pit? Time will tell as they say. For now, I have at least pin pointed my music of choice in preparation for the real thing if the opportunity ever presents itself. I’m unsure as to if and when I will live out this fantasy of mine. After all, it might not ever make the final draft of my bucket list. Good thing listening to music doesn’t require health insurance. Be sure to check out Hostile City’s Wisdom In Chains products!
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