Hardcore Dancing is the new black
Column: For the girl who has everything
Trevor Erb, Staff Writer
Issue date: 11/3/04 Section: Lifestyles
Oh my God, I can't believe he won!
I've been following the debates and the mudslinging and I never would've thought that he would win. This is just pure insanity!
Since my column deadline was before Tuesday, the above is just malarkey, I didn't know who won, until last night. I was just looking for a rousing bit of social commentary to add to my article.
However, since everything you'll read for the rest of the week is going to be sociopolitical, I decided to stray away from it, go figure.
Last week, I went to see the mighty Dillinger Escape Plan's "Miss Machine Gets Pregnant Tour" in Little Rock.
Despite a speedy yet lackluster drive to Vino's, the sights that I witnessed inside and out of the venue were quite astonishing.
Upon our arrival to Vino's my friends and I came to the immediate conclusion that Little Rock is perhaps the largest breeding ground for girl pants, side-swept hair and gauged ears.
The holy, tight-pant rollers were lined up for blocks and there I was hanging out with a kid in a Korn shirt and another one that obviously didn't care what was "in" this season.
"Gawd, what was I thinking?"
After amassing a large collection of PETA pamphlets from some 15-year-old girls, we made our way inside and proceeded to look over a sea of black shirts just as Misery Signals hopped on stage.
As the band played through some choice cookie-cutter cuts that are prevalent with the current strain of metalcore, the sea of black quickly turned into a circle pit full of the ugliest and worst dancers I'd seen in years.
For those of you that haven't witnessed the infamous trend of "hardcore dancing," you're truly missing out.
Forget moshpits, hardcore dancing is the new black.
The idea is basically the same as moshing; intense physical strain placed on the body through a series of beatdowns, pushing, punching and skank-dancing, but with a twist.
You don't actually push each other around.
I've been following the debates and the mudslinging and I never would've thought that he would win. This is just pure insanity!
Since my column deadline was before Tuesday, the above is just malarkey, I didn't know who won, until last night. I was just looking for a rousing bit of social commentary to add to my article.
However, since everything you'll read for the rest of the week is going to be sociopolitical, I decided to stray away from it, go figure.
Last week, I went to see the mighty Dillinger Escape Plan's "Miss Machine Gets Pregnant Tour" in Little Rock.
Despite a speedy yet lackluster drive to Vino's, the sights that I witnessed inside and out of the venue were quite astonishing.
Upon our arrival to Vino's my friends and I came to the immediate conclusion that Little Rock is perhaps the largest breeding ground for girl pants, side-swept hair and gauged ears.
The holy, tight-pant rollers were lined up for blocks and there I was hanging out with a kid in a Korn shirt and another one that obviously didn't care what was "in" this season.
"Gawd, what was I thinking?"
After amassing a large collection of PETA pamphlets from some 15-year-old girls, we made our way inside and proceeded to look over a sea of black shirts just as Misery Signals hopped on stage.
As the band played through some choice cookie-cutter cuts that are prevalent with the current strain of metalcore, the sea of black quickly turned into a circle pit full of the ugliest and worst dancers I'd seen in years.
For those of you that haven't witnessed the infamous trend of "hardcore dancing," you're truly missing out.
Forget moshpits, hardcore dancing is the new black.
The idea is basically the same as moshing; intense physical strain placed on the body through a series of beatdowns, pushing, punching and skank-dancing, but with a twist.
You don't actually push each other around.
