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Best Pogo Ever
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So, it started out as a regular rock concert, one of the craziest rock bands in Romania celebrated their 10 year anniversary in a local club/disco/whatever...In case you may have heard about them the band's name is "OCS", or as some might now it "Omul cu Sobolani"
As soon as we arrived, before we got in, while we were waiting in the ticket queue, we had a sudden urge to sing Christmas carols, which we did, to the surprise of other people around us...mostly everybody on the street noticed us.
Everything was nice from the start; we got there just in time to hear a few opening act songs but not to early to get bored by them...
They weren't half bad actually, the thing is, that their lead singer had a very weird voice...
Anyways, moving on....the actual 10-year-old band comes on stage and all of a sudden all hell brakes loose.
When the first song started, the crowd was relatively calm. Probably also because we were pretty far from the stage. The thing is we were too hyped up by the concert to care about everybody else's desired listening position so we started a small 5 men pogo anyway, it wasn't long enough for the whole thing to blow out of proportions, and just when our 5 people pogo stopped and we were pretty proud of ourselves, we realized that the whole pogo movement had started on a far larger scale, mainly because the band started playing one of their best songs. Obviously we had to be a part of this so we joined the general pogo. First, we decided to try a semi-death-wall(for all those that don’t know what a death wall is...It’s basically made up by two groups of people, some on the right, and some on the felt. At a given point, those on the right try to get to the left and those on the left try to reach the right side. The result? A wall of metalheads slamming into another wall of metalheads).We managed to push a lot of people towards the stage and pretty soon they retaliated.
Just then, one of the coolest things in my history with rock happened. A pretty fluffy friend of mine and myself joined forces to create the ultimate pogo machine? how? quite easily, he wasn't the best at pogo, but man, could he hold his ground, so we just held each other up, well mostly, he held me up and vertical while I was the one doing all the pushing.
Although at first we didn't actually want to do this, we ended up moving deeper and deeper into the pogo that had by now spread across half the audience, the half closest to the stage. At one point everybody stopped and when I looked up i could see a girl, fairly skinny(but of course) that was carried and tossed and stirred from place to place on top of everyone's arms, naturally me and my friends joined in so the poor girl ended up in a totally different part of the crowd from when she started, anyway, she had a blast, and so did we, trying to keep her "above see level at all times"...after she got down, the pogo went on. I grabbed my friend again and the mean-machine started once again....the brute force of the slams was unbelievable, hair was flying, bodies as well, and everybody was laughing and slamming as hard as they could in someone else as if everybody knew everybody and we were just a gang of old friends hanging out with our favorite band...it was...indescribable, you really had to be there to know what I'm talking about. The best thing about the crowd is that they we sensible people as soon as someone fell down, all those around him stopped and pulled him/her up again...and yes, I said it correctly, "her" because there were a lot of girls in the pogo, which frankly kind of surprised me, they girls in our group were all on the side just watching and enjoying the show, which gave me the impression that all girls fear mass-pogo. Obviously that was not the case, sometimes they behaved even weirder and crazier than some of the boys and used all the space that they could in order to throw the strongest slam possible...
Anyway, as we were moving forward into the pogo crowd, we ended up really close to the stage, which had been our dream since we bought the tickets...we cut off out of the pogo group and went right next to the stage, passed the red-museum-rope(that red rope that is generally found in museums and which has the role of stating, "until here, this is were you stop") and glued ourselves to the stage. We just couldn't believe it that we had come so far from so further back. Purely amazing...Later, I found out that during our bold plan to reach the stage, my trusted friend and pogo-partner, went outside for a bit. So basically, someone else held me up and vertical during this whole time...I don’t know who he is, but he was just as fluffy as my friend...or I think he was. I was amazed of the fact that...I had absolutely no idea of this...the news left me speechless.(Who ever you are, if you’re reading this YOU ROCK DUDE!)
We spent the rest of the concert shouting out the lyrics to the songs, and waving at the band...In fact, they even were very friendly, at one time, we saw that the base-guitar was pretty upset, so we asked the singer, what was the story. The man kneeled down right next to us ,grabbed us by the hands and told us that the bassist couldn’t hear himself in his amp. We then asked the bassist what’s wrong and using signs he showed us that he had no smokes or something like that, we quickly offered him one of our cigarettes but sadly, he refused it saying that he had quit smoking.
Anyways, we were astonished by the fact that they were so down-to-earth and actually were nice to the crowd (us being the crowd).
Another similar incident took place when everybody in the crowd was making requests at the band. We couldn’t pass this opportunity so we requested the song “Razna”( “Mad” ) so hard that the lead singer turned towards us and told us “Ho, bah!” which could be translated into “Enough already!”...about one or two songs after this event, they played the song “Razna”.
After the band announced their final song, and then left the stage, me and a couple of friends started singing “Happy Birthday” so hard that our lungs turned sore, and we managed to cover all of the crowd for a few seconds, at which point, mostly everybody joined us in the song, and from where we were standing we could see the band backstage, laughing their ass off...They came on stage again and sang another song, or maybe two...and then waved goodbye saying “Thank you” at which point, a friend of mine which was closest to the stage shouted back “Sa cresteti mari!” (“You’re welcome!”)
We got out of the club and went to a friend’s house for a narghila, where the laughs continued, and after that we all went home at about 2 a.m. for a good night’s sleep and one heck of a story to share...
As soon as we arrived, before we got in, while we were waiting in the ticket queue, we had a sudden urge to sing Christmas carols, which we did, to the surprise of other people around us...mostly everybody on the street noticed us.
Everything was nice from the start; we got there just in time to hear a few opening act songs but not to early to get bored by them...
They weren't half bad actually, the thing is, that their lead singer had a very weird voice...
Anyways, moving on....the actual 10-year-old band comes on stage and all of a sudden all hell brakes loose.
When the first song started, the crowd was relatively calm. Probably also because we were pretty far from the stage. The thing is we were too hyped up by the concert to care about everybody else's desired listening position so we started a small 5 men pogo anyway, it wasn't long enough for the whole thing to blow out of proportions, and just when our 5 people pogo stopped and we were pretty proud of ourselves, we realized that the whole pogo movement had started on a far larger scale, mainly because the band started playing one of their best songs. Obviously we had to be a part of this so we joined the general pogo. First, we decided to try a semi-death-wall(for all those that don’t know what a death wall is...It’s basically made up by two groups of people, some on the right, and some on the felt. At a given point, those on the right try to get to the left and those on the left try to reach the right side. The result? A wall of metalheads slamming into another wall of metalheads).We managed to push a lot of people towards the stage and pretty soon they retaliated.
Just then, one of the coolest things in my history with rock happened. A pretty fluffy friend of mine and myself joined forces to create the ultimate pogo machine? how? quite easily, he wasn't the best at pogo, but man, could he hold his ground, so we just held each other up, well mostly, he held me up and vertical while I was the one doing all the pushing.
Although at first we didn't actually want to do this, we ended up moving deeper and deeper into the pogo that had by now spread across half the audience, the half closest to the stage. At one point everybody stopped and when I looked up i could see a girl, fairly skinny(but of course) that was carried and tossed and stirred from place to place on top of everyone's arms, naturally me and my friends joined in so the poor girl ended up in a totally different part of the crowd from when she started, anyway, she had a blast, and so did we, trying to keep her "above see level at all times"...after she got down, the pogo went on. I grabbed my friend again and the mean-machine started once again....the brute force of the slams was unbelievable, hair was flying, bodies as well, and everybody was laughing and slamming as hard as they could in someone else as if everybody knew everybody and we were just a gang of old friends hanging out with our favorite band...it was...indescribable, you really had to be there to know what I'm talking about. The best thing about the crowd is that they we sensible people as soon as someone fell down, all those around him stopped and pulled him/her up again...and yes, I said it correctly, "her" because there were a lot of girls in the pogo, which frankly kind of surprised me, they girls in our group were all on the side just watching and enjoying the show, which gave me the impression that all girls fear mass-pogo. Obviously that was not the case, sometimes they behaved even weirder and crazier than some of the boys and used all the space that they could in order to throw the strongest slam possible...
Anyway, as we were moving forward into the pogo crowd, we ended up really close to the stage, which had been our dream since we bought the tickets...we cut off out of the pogo group and went right next to the stage, passed the red-museum-rope(that red rope that is generally found in museums and which has the role of stating, "until here, this is were you stop") and glued ourselves to the stage. We just couldn't believe it that we had come so far from so further back. Purely amazing...Later, I found out that during our bold plan to reach the stage, my trusted friend and pogo-partner, went outside for a bit. So basically, someone else held me up and vertical during this whole time...I don’t know who he is, but he was just as fluffy as my friend...or I think he was. I was amazed of the fact that...I had absolutely no idea of this...the news left me speechless.(Who ever you are, if you’re reading this YOU ROCK DUDE!)
We spent the rest of the concert shouting out the lyrics to the songs, and waving at the band...In fact, they even were very friendly, at one time, we saw that the base-guitar was pretty upset, so we asked the singer, what was the story. The man kneeled down right next to us ,grabbed us by the hands and told us that the bassist couldn’t hear himself in his amp. We then asked the bassist what’s wrong and using signs he showed us that he had no smokes or something like that, we quickly offered him one of our cigarettes but sadly, he refused it saying that he had quit smoking.
Anyways, we were astonished by the fact that they were so down-to-earth and actually were nice to the crowd (us being the crowd).
Another similar incident took place when everybody in the crowd was making requests at the band. We couldn’t pass this opportunity so we requested the song “Razna”( “Mad” ) so hard that the lead singer turned towards us and told us “Ho, bah!” which could be translated into “Enough already!”...about one or two songs after this event, they played the song “Razna”.
After the band announced their final song, and then left the stage, me and a couple of friends started singing “Happy Birthday” so hard that our lungs turned sore, and we managed to cover all of the crowd for a few seconds, at which point, mostly everybody joined us in the song, and from where we were standing we could see the band backstage, laughing their ass off...They came on stage again and sang another song, or maybe two...and then waved goodbye saying “Thank you” at which point, a friend of mine which was closest to the stage shouted back “Sa cresteti mari!” (“You’re welcome!”)
We got out of the club and went to a friend’s house for a narghila, where the laughs continued, and after that we all went home at about 2 a.m. for a good night’s sleep and one heck of a story to share...
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