Swedish House Mafia is actually bringing a stage diving board for observers to utilize during their set. First it was the addition of air horns, then they brought in the fake smoke/fog and now they thought they'd amp it up a bit and bring the board. Every time someone jumps off of it, fireworks are shot into the sky.
I don't know what is worse.... Not knowing if you are joking, or having to question it because this is something these cheese balls would do.
Originally Posted by involvelemons
Silent discos are like having sex with a virgin: really exciting in theory, extremely awkward in execution.
Originally Posted by BROKENDOLL
I bet Cara's gotten enough Twats on a Platter and Dick on a Stick to open her own Trolls to Go snack shop.
Although I wouldn't recommend it, this is precisely how you need to do it. Ballz out full extension, lots of acceleration & preferably into the awaiting arms of a tall buff black guy (kinda blocked in the pic), to have any chance at all. You still have to trust that the people up front will catch you, try not to aim for the cute girls.
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Originally Posted by Lotus
How can some1 still 100 dollars from a broke single mom!!!!! WTF!! People r so getto!! I wouldint do that to some1 I hate
This thread has reminded me of a response i put in another thread about 4 years ago:
Originally Posted by ivankay
hmmmm, which one? Your question puts me in the high school range in my initial reaction, so i'll stick there. i've told this story before and think i'll find it and paste it here to save me time:
Wrote this after Mike Conley died:
Ok the story (those of you who hear my bullshit regular know this to be one of my favorite "punk rock injury" stories):
i think it was in 84. There was a great show going on at Perkins Palace in Pasadena with Youth Brigade, Suicidal Tendencies and a bunch of other bands. The band opening the night was MIA. i was familiar with the band from the compilation "Not All's Quiet on the Western Front". MIA had a song on there called "New Left" and i knew all the words. i wanted to be there for the beginning of the night so i could get up on stage and sing the song.
my friends (including little brother Joe) got there early and MIA was kicking ass. i was being a critical dick whenever someone would do a stage dive because they were jumping feet first. "Fuck those pussies. i'm going to do the first flip of the night."
Then "New Left" busted out. i pulled my self onto the stage (for those of you not familiar with the old Perkins stage, you had to pull yourself up from the orchestra pit...high stage), jumped next to Michael Connely and started screaming:
It doesn't matter to me any more
The leaders are all hesitant
There's bullets in the president"
Then i got back by the drum kit because i was going to need a good run. i booked it full speed for the edge of the stage. Before my foot hit the lip of the stage, a thought entered my head: "Hey, there's not too many people out there."
i hesitated for a second but could not stop the momentum. i flew over the orchestra pit and landed flat on my back in front of the first row of seats. It felt like all my bones flew out of my body (just like a Bugs Bunny cartoon). i was laying there in shock and the first thing i saw was my brother Joe and friend Danny. Joe opened his mouth:
"You're an asshole."
They helped me into the seat nearest and i sat there for most of the night. i didn't know how fucked up i was until Youth Brigade was at the break in "Men in Blue" (the funky rap). Shawn Sterling says to the crowd "Hey everybody, get on stage for the break dance contest!"
A stage full of punks, looking ridiculous popping and breaking, i had to get up there. i stood up and immediately fell down. Legs weren't working because of some tearing that went on. i did gimp out with Joe and Danny's help after the show. Fortunately 16 year old me healed pretty fast.
It would be so cool to make a bands performance about you. Some might call it stealing the spotlight, but don't listen to the haters. You paid the price of admission. You deserve to be seen. You are special and don't you ever forget it.
How is stage diving...at a reunion tour for Refused...anything close to stealing the spotlight? Have you ever been to a punk show or are you more familiar with sitting in lawn chairs watching Jack Johnson? Moshing, diving, etc. are staples of a badass punk show. It's what makes punk...punk. Try not being a dickhead and learn to think before you speak.