post in Bayview, Milwaukee.Some of the bands were "post punk" or "punk Nouveau" but whatever.
It was one of the better shows I've been to- the hall is a great space for big crowds, and there was a big crowd. There was a small mosh put at the front of the stage with a moat around it created by 3 guys fight dancing by themselves. I got more than a few bruises trying to cross that space. Beyond them were the nodding hipsters and then the pretty girls in their heels and make up.
While in the pit, a guy jumped on stage in front of me and attempted an intense stage dive. Instead of being caught by the other moshers, he landed chest-first into my face, and I went down like lead. Some people pulled him off my head, and somebody dragged me to the tamer crowd, but I was back in it again in another song. A band later, however, somebody threw an excited fist into the air, and somehow landed it somewhere in the vicinity of my temple. I think it was one of the angry short red heads that always seem to run around at hardcore shows proving what a man they are. Anyway, I blacked out for a second, then was really dizzy, and went down.
No More Rock N Roll.
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