Blue Monday/ Blue Jeans and Blue Bruises

You'll never guess where I was Friday night...on the edge of a mosh pit!

See those blue jean clad boys? That's where some of the blue in this week's Blue Monday comes in!


There were some local bands playing in the next town over. My son is acquainted with some of the members of the various bands since they also go to the Open Mic nights at the coffeehouse where my son likes to sing and play his guitar.


Not sure what a mosh pit is? Well, here is a definition from Urban Dictionary.

Mosh Pit - "Getting beat up in a fun way; people that like punk rock music run around in a circle and crash into each other for fun."

Yeah, that makes a whole lot of sense to me too. I love how Urban Dictionary actually puts the term into a sentence. I liked this description: "Ohhh man, i got my ear ripped off at the Hatebreed concert last night." Yes, there really is a band by that name.


There is a likelihood for injury in a mosh pit. Here are some examples of black and blue bruises, the second of my blue subjects!


I'm not sure what the injury was here. Was it the painful looking tattoo? That painful looking nipple piercing? Or that mark on his ribcage?


My son knew two of the guys from this band, ShankSpeare. I got this pic from their MySpace Music page. They did a pretty good job!


He also knew one of the Oximoron band members. They were good too. They were the band that got the mosh pit started.


This next band Gale Tempest, was not to my liking. The instrumentals were awesome, but they didn't sing...they screamed and roared.


And this band, Beef, was just plain weird. He kept saying something about a Jerry List. I have no freaking idea whatsoever that meant. Neither did anyone else. Actually, I thought they were singing about a girl with a Cherry Lisp. I had this image in my head of a girl with cherry red lips and a pronounced lisp trying to talk to some guy. That's just the way my mind works sometimes.


I got all these pictures from the bands' MySpace Music pages, so if you are inclined, you can check them out too.

So anyways, why on earth was I at a concert listening to heavy metal and death metal bands?

Because my kids wanted me to come with them.

Could you say No to faces like these?


Yeah, I could too! lol

To be fair, here are a couple cutie pie pics of my sons.



I figure that it won't be too much longer until it is no longer cool to have Mom along. I had really thought it would have already happened. Or maybe they just wanted me to come along because they didn't know the way to the next town or how to find the park where the bands played!

Believe it or not, I actually enjoyed myself. I am an old metal head, so liked most of the music that played. Never mind that I was twice the age of anyone else in the room. I just walked in and asked for a chair for the "old lady" and sat there enjoying it all and crowd watching. Here is a secret: I love to people watch!

You know what is awesome about being so old and out of place? I knew I looked ridiculous there and as such, I didn't have to try to look cool or try to fit in. I was just free to be myself and mind my own business.

So how did I end up next to the mosh pit? I'm not sure, but all of a sudden, my boys stood in front of me, and sure enough, some mosher came flying my way, but my oldest boy shoved him back into the crowd. Whew! I thanked them both and told them they were my heroes for protecting their mom!

So, here is my question for all of you: Would YOU have gone to a metal concert with your kids if they had asked?

For more conventional Blue Monday posts, you can check out a list of participants at Smiling Sally's blog.