Moshpits Forever
Remember the Dandy Warhols? Well they're exactly what I need right now. I just woke up, I'm on vacation for a week, my stomach is empty and I'm still sort of half asleep, so today I'm just going to take it easy, or as my former teenage self would say, "chillax." Who am I kidding, I still use that expression. The nineties were great. I mean, really wonderful times. I have to say of all the years in the nineties though, '98 was by far the best. I turned sixteen that October, got my tongue pierced, and went to so many concerts I can barely remember. The big one that year was Edgefest at Jean-Drapeau. I got to see a lot of my idols, including Foo Fighters, Bif Naked, Green Day and plenty more. I went with a group of friends, and ended up breaking my sandal in the moshpit, so I had to spend the rest of the day on the side with a few of the non-moshing gals. It was a blast, but I was a bit of a moron to wear sandals to an all-day, outdoor rock show.