Title: Faron Young - It's Four In The Morning 1973 Source:
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Nice, B. I don't know why we can't have variety shows as of old, with pleasant music sung in fantasy sets like this.
Faron Young died of self inflicted gun shot. Not sure why that happened.
But some of the best shows I worked were the country shows, George Strait, Garth Brooks, The Highwaymen, Randy Travis and more. Some of the most violent were where they had mosh pits.
I hear at the old Aragon Ball Room now there are no longer any chairs. I recently read about someone that was there for a concert. They said Security did not care what went on.
When they removed the chairs, naturally it left the floor wide open. The sound board used to be in the middle of the floor. If it still is I bet it is surrounded by bicycle racks. Maybe even two rows of them. Even if they are hooked together they can still be moved if the crush is hard enough. Not much that can be done with crowd control in that instance. I bet they have a mosh pit down front too. Just like Medusa's about a mile south of Wrigley Field on Sheffield. Not sure if there is still a guest section down front. If there is maybe those are the only chairs in the place.
I knew a young lady who was at Medusa's for a show. When the band started up she was caught down front in the crush when everyone started moshing. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of there.
Mosh pits were the worst place to be. Out at Woodstock 94 the mosh pit was a muddy mess. A few girls were body surfing naked. Some of the guys were reaching and putting their fingers in the forbidden zone. Needless to say their fingers and hands were muddy. That is the best way to explain it without being too graphic. LOL
What you're describing is violent babylonish bedlam at music concerts, except that I srlsy doubt Babylon was ever decadent like ameriKa.
Am I imagining things or is moshing one of the dumbest ideas ever? I beleve you're mostly talking about 'country rock' artists here. When rock went country it united its person with a prostitute.
wikid: 'Though new country acts including BR549 were putting his music before new audiences in the mid-1990s, Young apparently felt the music industry, which had undergone a revolution of sorts in 1991, had mostly rejected him (a sentiment shared by a number of artists of his generation).[1] A combination of that particular theory and despondency over his deteriorating health were cited as possible reasons'.
I just can't stand it -- because I remember civilization too well, and I only ever knew the tail end of it.
What do you know!!! To me it happened in the early 80s. I moved to rural little ole Stirling NJ and there was a country station around 2 corners from me. It only played beautiful, entirely wholesome stuff like God Must Be a Cowboy At Heart -- and then, as I was in the very act of marveling at this, country CHANGED. Every third song had some kind of elliptical and wise-ass 'naughty' allusion and still does.
I was disgusted to see Jim Seals (am I repeating myself? Prolly) of Seals and Crofts abandon folk-pop for faux-country at this time, singing such material on TV -- pure whoredom.
Of course this all didn't happen in a vacuum -- Help Me Make it Through the Night ('I don't know what's wrong or right') dates from 1970, You've Never Been This Far Before ('my trembling fingers touch forbidden places') 1973.....
I worked The Highwaymen in Chicago. I was personal security for Johnny Cash during the meet and greet after the show. He was quite a guy.
I saw a video of him not long ago. It was his last live appearance before he passed away. Crew helped him out of wheel chair and then sat him down so he could pick the guitar. He was pretty darn grey haired.
BTW, they invited him to Woodstock 94. But when they told him he could not perform on main stage he would not go. He should have gone even if it was on B stage. I would have gone over there to catch his act.
Oh, I saw some guy at local Wal Mart that was wearing a Poison T-shirt. It turned out his brother worked for Upstaging. They ship that equipment all across the country.
When Pearl Jam played in Chicago it was same stage as Woodstock 94. Once they started to body surf there was no way to keep them off front of stage.
There was a barricade out in the crowd with 15 guys standing around doing nothing. I call Supervisor there on radio and said, "Send half your crew up on front of stage to help out."
My boss was hollering he didn't want anyone on front of stage. I told him, "You're not going to be able to keep them off. It's going to be just like Woodstock." ;)
Why do ppl rush stages -- fans are obviously a menace half the time.
Oh yes. Why do people try to get onstage at all?
We were there to keep people from doing just that. Many times we stopped those crazy women and others who tried.
One time a guy got past us and band security nailed him. We took his ticket and threw him out the back stage roll up door that trucks would use.
He got back in and jumped the rail along the stairs trying to get onstage again. I was sitting next to my boss and I jumped up and grabbed him.
Myself and a cop hustled him up the stairs. He was struggling the whole time. When we got to the top, I pulled his left arm straight out and jammed it up behind his back.
When you make those joints move in ways they were not intended it really puts the hurt on them.
We told the cops at the front door we had thrown him out before so they charged him with trespassing. After all, he didn't have a ticket on him since we had taken it previously. Someone screwed up and allowed him in again without showing his ticket. ;)
We took his ticket and threw him out the back stage roll up door that trucks would use.
What a story. I'd venture to say everything was lost as soon as boomer musicians started needing trucks.
Everything has to become more than it is -- and everybody else, because there are no foundations or shared givens. The wall of amplifiers is a perfect symbol for the sheeple's deaf and blind act on anything that really matters.
I knew this really cute blond from Valparaiso, Indiana who came to concerts with another chick that wrote about the bands for Daily Southtown newspaper back in the 80s.
One time we were at the Aragon Ballroom. She was in the balcony and leaned over the rail and said something to me.
I yelled up at her, "If you are going to jump, you can land on my face." Then I stuck out my tongue. ROTFLOL