Suddenly the crowd surged around me, rearing back and picking up speed like an immense wave preparing to crash onto the shore. It wasn’t until they played “Only One,” (I always thought of it as such a romantic song!) that the mood in the audience abruptly changed. When Yellowcard came on (note: the crowd bumped up about five years or so in age at this point), they first played a few songs from their new album Lift a Sail. We ended up about 10 feet from the stage. When the stage went dark, I grabbed hold of Tom and snaked my way through the stream of Memphis May Fire fans leaving the floor. That is, until we were in the middle of it. But there was something that really intrigued me about the scene and the people. ![]() I’m not much for metal music (the screaming and roaring makes me think of strained and sore vocal cords), plus the hard-to-decipher words sound too angry for me to awkward-Taylor-Swift dance to (can you imagine?!). I watched their wild energy with my mouth agape, unable to look away. One guy was shirtless, short and muscular his face would constrict in dark concentration as he swung his arms out behind him and aimed powerful jabs towards the ground during the most loud and aggressive parts of Memphis May Fire’s songs. It was my first time seeing a mosh pit in action and I was completely captivated. The pink-haired girl was a tiny thing, dressed in black skinny jeans and a black fitted tee, exposing an inch or two of porcelain skin.) ![]() (There were a few brave girls too, with neon pink and red hair. About 10 feet to our left, I saw several guys flinging their bodies into all kinds of frenetic contortions, spinning, doing flips and knocking into each other with surprising speed and power. (We were there to see the main act, Yellowcard.) On the floor it was standing room only (of course) and we picked a spot on the outskirts of the crowd. When Tom and I arrived at Best Buy Theater in midtown Manhattan, the opening band, Emarosa, had played and gone the next band, Memphis May Fire, was on stage. (I saw Taking Back Sunday and Jimmy Eat World years ago, but I must have been standing super far from any moshing.) All in all, it’s been pretty mellow stuff compared to the concert on Sunday night. ![]() I’ve been to plenty of concerts in my time: John Mayer, Rihanna, Ingrid Michaelson, Owl City, Mat Kearney (my favorite), Colbie Caillat, Sara Bareilles.
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