Son2 has been going to concerts since about the age of 12. His best friend’s older brothers would take him and Mat to see bands like Korn. Finally Son1 and his friends were old enough to drive and they would take Son2 along. Somewhere along the way, Son2 became brave. He entered a mosh pit and a monster was born.
Every time he left the house to see a show, my heart would be in my throat until I heard his key in the door. He would come home with an impressive array of scrapes, scratches, bruises and once or twice, teethmarks.
Finally, this past year he decided that he-in his own words-“was too old for this shit.” He gave up mosh pits and crowd surfing. Since he lacks health insurance, this was a smart move.
He has been injured more since giving up this shit. Just last July, his nose was broken. On Friday night, his lip was split by a drunk who was aiming for someone else. But last week, what was almost a misadventure ended up being a night to remember.
Son2 went to see one of his favorite bands, The Dillinger Escape Plan. He arrived early enough to stake out a spot directly in front of the stage. They came out with their pyrotechnics and their grindingly loud music. Son2 sang along with the songs.
Suddenly, a surge began toward the front of the stage. My boy leaned back and braced his legs against the stage trying to keep the crowd from crushing those in front. This maneuver worked and the tide eased up allowing security to do their job. But while he was braced, someone pushed my son’s butt and back from below and he was lifted.
“Mom, I was lifted into position to crowd surf and my first thought was “oh shit! I don’t wanna do this!” I turned my head to yell at the guys below me and I suddenly felt the front of my shirt get grabbed.”
The lead singer had reached down into the crowd, grabbed my son’s shirt, and pulled him onstage!!!
Thrusting the microphone in front of my son, he said, “I watched you singing along and then I saw what you did. Come join us.”
And he did. For an entire set my son was the lead singer for Dillinger Escape Plan! I WAS METALMOM FOR REAL!!!!
Because these things tend to get crazy, my son and his friends leave their cell phones in the car. Too many of them have been smashed and lost in the mayhem.
NO ONE WAS ABLE TO TAKE A PICTURE OR VIDEO OF THIS!!!!!!
My son feels confident that eventually something will show up on YouTube or My Space. I am hoping and praying that this is true.
Son2 deserves to have a record of his night in the spotlight.