Obsidian
iMTB Rockstah
I think it's 8PM. Yeah, I don't really get into the gritty-gritty of it. The last time I tried to go up front people got sweat and beer on my expensive shoes. I'm a sad old dude who just hangs out at the back and taps his toes.
I was in a Nirvana pit sometime in late '93 in Dallas when I was still in the the military. There were five of us, basically all my size back then. We all got brutalized.
The pit never really leaves your soul ... saw Ministry at House Of Blues Anaheim a couple of years ago, and the pit was calling. Fortunately, my friends reminded me I was 51.