I've seen Social D several times, but, to put it mildly, last night was.... "different." Early on in the set I got kicked in the head so hard that my glasses flew over *two* people eventually landing behind the security barrier where they were stomped into a funny, totally flat trapezoidal shape (I found them after the show after crawling around on my hands and knees for a half hour). The crowd SUCKED. Never seen so many 40 something super-tanned leatherface jagbags in my life. Basically half of those in attendance looked like Frank Stallone but with worse teeth.
Before I get too bitchy (which is bound to happen), a little background. I've been listening to Social D for over a decade (yeah, I got in on 'em late) when I finally realized that power chords and beer drinkin' make a splendid combo. I've seen Socal D live at pretty much every available opportunity, once each time they've come around since late 2004. Their show at Roseland in '04 was one of my peak concertgoing experiences, and pretty much the show where I learned the "rules of the pit" firsthand. Sure, I got stomped around a bit, but it was probably the coolest crowd amongst which I've ever had the pleasure of seeing a show -- skinheads, bikers, junkies, and assorted n'er do wells, but the type of folks who will stop to help someone up if they fall in the pit. The type of folks who realize that it's never cool to elbow someone in the face unless you've got a damn good reason. Suffice it to say, this crowd was pretty much the polar opposite, filled with typical spoiled Long Island greaseballs and posers who obviously knew nothing about the band.
Again, the music was good. They opened with "Reach for the Sky" > "Highway 101" and closed the set with "Nickels and Dimes." Didn't get much off of White Light, White Heat, White Trash (only "Gotta Know the Rules" and the cover of "Under My Thumb") which was kind of a disappointment, but they played all kinds of good stuff during the set (that I remember): "Bad Luck," "Sometimes I Do" (the highlight for me), "Mommy's Little Monster," "Sick Boy," "Ball and Chain," "Send Her Back" from (Cheating at Solitaire), "Prison Bound"/"Ring of Fire" encore, at least two songs I'd never heard before, and a slow blues cover. No "Story of My Life," though.
But yeah, easily the worst crowd I've ever witnessed at any show, and ultimately Mulcahy's bears at least some of the responsibility for that. They didn't let anyone in the club until after 8 (the tickets said "doors at 7"), and then kept the entire sold out crowd penned up in the back part of the bar for another hour, disallowing entrance to the concert area (which comprises about 75% of the venue), so most of the dickfucks who obviously knew nothing about Social D were getting absolutely shit-snockered while dusting the mothballs off their beer muscles.
Just for misery's sake, let me introduce you to a few of the other folks at the show who reeeeeeeeeeeeeally pushed my buttons:
1.) the security guard who was trying to grab the foot of a crowdsurfer, but instead snagged a handful of my hair, which he inexplicably yanked out of my head. I've never seen a security guard at a show apologize to anyone for anything ever, but this was pretty bad. The guy immediately realized the absolutely unnecessary pain he'd inflicted upon me and said "whoa, s-sorry."
2.) Fat embarrassment to my left who looked like a fatter version of me (so of course I instantly hated him). He elbowed me in the ear probably like 50 times, until finally I'd had enough and took a swing at him. The ensuing shifting of my weight caused me to lose both my balance and my coveted spot near the front.
3.) "White Trash Jesus" / "Crazy Guy" -- he wasn't so much crowdsurfing as he was just crawling across the crowd at shoulder level with (presumably) the eventual goal being jamming himself up front. This guy was a real grabby-ass; at one point during his travels I was pretty much sure he was going to yank my ear clean off my head. When he did eventually make it to the front, this fucking idiot immediately started talking shit to security, who sternly warned him to "calm the fuck down." A few minutes later he used my upper back to vault himself over the security barrier, where the security dudes eagerly dragged him away, and, hopefully, dealt him a thorough,brutal beating. (A boy can dream.)
4.) "L'il Miss Scratchypants" -- some dumb cunt wanted to get out from behind me, which is understandable, but she also wanted to get *in front* of me, which ain't gonna happen on my watch. When she finally realized that I'm pretty much immovable, she started clawing at my side, digging her fingernails into my meaty flanks something fierce. Strangely enough, this was kinda arousing.
5.) "Sideways shoving would-be rapist" -- I'm used to having people pushing / grabbing / yanking / mangling me from behind at shows, but this guy, who was actually standing behind the dude behind me, kept reaching forward with his greasy meathooks and trying to push me sideways. Not sure what the plan was there. As Scratchypants learned above, I'm pretty tough to move, so this was really little more than just a pain in my ass, but the real fireworks started when he did the same thing to some chick next to me, who got pissed and yelled at him to stop. His timeless retort? You guessed it: "shut the fuck up or I'll rape you." Solid dude!
6.) Post-show memorabilia geeks -- As Mike Ness exited the stage following "Ring of Fire," he chucked a guitar pick into the crowd which I snatched out of mid-air and stuffed in my pocket without any fanfare, because I knew if I did something gay like yelling "I GOT IT!" I would have been mercilessly trampled by eager keepsake-seekers. When the crowd began clearing out, I stayed behind to try to find said aforementioned glasses. At my feet were two pasty, grandma's-basement-dwelling LARPer tools, who thought the pick had fallen to the ground, and were eagerly searching for it amongst the broken glass and ripped wristbands. I notified them that I had it, which deflated their balloon a bit. Of course, they asked me for it, to which I replied, "if you find my fucking glasses you chumps can have it." They passed on my generous offer, but one of them said to me, "man, you're so lucky." I reminded them that, no, in fact, I was not lucky because I had lost my glasses. Morons.
7.) All the idiots who were crowdsurfing during Mike's between-song raps. Stay classy, Long Island!
Well, that's all for now. I'm'a get me some new glasses.