From the spitting pits of thrash to the angsty realms of hardcore, moshing has always felt like a key initiation step into the halls of metal. My initiation was in front of the legend himself, Rob Halford as he screamed a befitting rendition of, "Made in Hell" at the San Francisco Regency Ballroom. My father was a lean 280 pound 6'8" man who looked upon many a pit as some kind of guardian watchful for the unfortunate bully, almost like a Godzilla balancing nature. That night, I asked him if I should enter the fray and he nodded with a happy smile.
I left the venue drenched in sweat with a few new bruises, and had even drawn some blood. I fell asleep exhausted with ears ringing into the night.
To me, moshing was my entry into a brotherhood with my father, and that will last into eternity. I find that beautiful.
So please share why moshing is important to you, or if you are feeling frisky, try to tackle what its sum role is in music.
-The Metal Researcher