Post Eighty-Six: Too Old for that Shit

Just over a week ago, I went to the Lamb of God/Trivium/Machine Head/Gojira show at the Palladium in Dallas.

I am getting too old for this shit.

Well, let me clarify: I am getting too old to go to a general admission (i.e., mosh pit) show involving four extremely heavy bands, of which the headliner has a rabid-fanbase with a good collection of assholes. Tip for all you moshers out there: if there is a circle pit going, you do not spear someone in the back who is standing on the side of the pit facing the stage. To the asshole who did it to me: 1) you're a pussy, seeing as how I didn't even fall; 2) you're a pussy, seeing as how I wasn't hurt; and 3) if I had seen you, I would have killed you.

It should also be mentioned that the show went on past midnight. Five and 1/2 hours of moshing, walls of death, incredibly loud metal (and I went and forgot my earplugs . . . never again) and sweaty, short, and stoned teenagers. Don't get me too wrong, I had fun, but I'm thinking I am going to reserve my general admission concerts for Anthrax, and in any other case get a reserved seat.