Passing this tribute along. This man was a killer guitarist who backed his band for all he was worth. When I think back to the days of having seen Pantera in concert, I remember the movement of the crowd filling Roseland during THIS LOVE. I had told Anna to watch the movement of the crowd...I said to her that the people will appear as a sea of movement until the waves crash on the shore. The mosh pit was alive and bodies where flying all over. The mini pits were mild as the guys in the real pit were getting bloodied.
This one guy who was real sweaty, had a boot print on his forehead, and looked real angry after leaving the pit. As he made his way through the crowd, they moved. I moved too to let him by. What made him grab my face and kiss me and then keep walking is beyond me.
Roseland had mirrored columns and they were taped to keep from shattering due to the impact of the crowd. That did not save all the mirrors.
On this same night, some guy from Jersey offered me a metal pick to stab people. I was like nah...thanks anyway. I must have dopey written on my forehead.
Totally different show...still Pantera and again at Roseland...Drew and I were FUCKING HOSTILE...I remember we were wasted and got to 52nd St. via motorcycle. The night was real hot and I was only wearing a black fishnet top (big holed net...no not a poser fishnet top), black mini, and black bra. It was so hot, I took the top off and stuck it in the helmet. Drew went for center pit and I went to a smaller pit. I can still feel the pain in my neck from head banging that night. As we were leaving we could still hear the fans screaming FUCKING HOSTILE in the streets and giving each other the horns. No one knew who you were, but if you were a fan, you were a friend.
At another show Jen got punched in the face. Duh??? Where was her guard? Same place mine was for On Broken Wings. Dimebag, R.I.P. dude and thanks for the memories that drugs and booze did not block out!!!!!! ~ Arachne 12/08/06 @ 3:29 a.m.
This one guy who was real sweaty, had a boot print on his forehead, and looked real angry after leaving the pit. As he made his way through the crowd, they moved. I moved too to let him by. What made him grab my face and kiss me and then keep walking is beyond me.
Roseland had mirrored columns and they were taped to keep from shattering due to the impact of the crowd. That did not save all the mirrors.
On this same night, some guy from Jersey offered me a metal pick to stab people. I was like nah...thanks anyway. I must have dopey written on my forehead.
Totally different show...still Pantera and again at Roseland...Drew and I were FUCKING HOSTILE...I remember we were wasted and got to 52nd St. via motorcycle. The night was real hot and I was only wearing a black fishnet top (big holed net...no not a poser fishnet top), black mini, and black bra. It was so hot, I took the top off and stuck it in the helmet. Drew went for center pit and I went to a smaller pit. I can still feel the pain in my neck from head banging that night. As we were leaving we could still hear the fans screaming FUCKING HOSTILE in the streets and giving each other the horns. No one knew who you were, but if you were a fan, you were a friend.
At another show Jen got punched in the face. Duh??? Where was her guard? Same place mine was for On Broken Wings. Dimebag, R.I.P. dude and thanks for the memories that drugs and booze did not block out!!!!!! ~ Arachne 12/08/06 @ 3:29 a.m.
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