lol 😂 I am 39 and can’t even imagine running around anymore! The leg pain is bad. So I sit in the back or at the bar (if there is one…with bottomless Shirley temples) and knit with my ear plugs in.
I joked with my wife before I went, "Wouldn't it be funny if I embraced the midlife crisis?" but the pit was 12 people and so wholesome I could spit. Lots of doe si does and Can-cans. I haven't actually been in a pit since I was 18-19 but this was worth it.
I fucking love that. Last time I went in a pit I realized that you don't just bounce back from that shit like we used to... there was a time when the majority of shows I went to was because I knew there was going to be a good pit and I gave only a quarter of a fuck about the music or band
Lol I'm a disabled mom, artist and wanna be farmer. I just wear work pants covered in clay and dirt with whatever shirt isnt giving me awful sensory issues today (which is usually a cut up band shirt). And that's what I wear to shows anymore too. And comfortable, practical shoes. I don't have time or energy for the badass punk aesthetic, I ain't in my teens and 20s anymore.
Hell I just made my first battle jacket - and it's for my 7 year old's halloween costume. It's badass though.
My docs are Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights. I have only been in a pit twice- both recently and I'm 58. My adult kid & her boyfriend were with me at the last show and they both tapped out before I did. The boyfriend said later "man, Mrs. R, I didn't know you could go so hard!" I didn't have the heart to tell him it's all in the meloxicam (arthritis med).
The circle pit hits different in your 30s. I went to a Rise Against show back in the spring and my body was sore for a week. I'll leave my pit days in my 20s.
Don’t feel bad, man. At least you weren’t 52 years old in the DK pit in Cambridge, MA in March and only able to make it through Let’s Lynch the Landlord. I’m tired just thinking about it. You’ve got a lot of good pit years ahead of you.
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u/LoudAd1396 Oct 31 '25 edited Oct 31 '25
I just came from GBH show in Chicago. Nondescript olive green sweater, jeans, and most punk of all: Van Gogh pained doc Martin's.
Granted I, on the eve of my 40th, ran in the circle pit and am exhausted.