What's funny is how you realize in those situations how much things don't bother you that normally would. For example, being pushed and shoved. I was so worried about getting crushed i didn't mind it at all. Being kicked in the side of the head by crowd surfers, I got kicked and just pushed their foot away and waited for the next one. No security so you can guess which row got the brunt of that. Rubbing up against sweaty people. Normally I would be like don't freakin' touch me, but I was like fuck it I'll shower. Being groped from behind by girls in the crowd....OK so that doesn't really bother me but I was with my wife and I thought it was excessive. One girl was complimenting the tattoo's on my back and I think it was her. I swear this is true, at one point I looked at my wife and said their pulling my pants all the way down. Thank goodness I wore a belt. Lastly putting my hands on the stage. For the first three bands I kept it to to an absolute minimum. The carpet was old and stained and had gum all stuck in it and it was so hot all the bands were dripping sweat on it as was the crowd up front. When the chaos was happening I was palms flat pushing as hard as I could and didn't even care what I was putting my hands into.Having water and beer and whatever poured and splashed and sprayed all over me would normally get me pissed but I was soaking wet (literally) and didn't even remember how until later at McDonald's the wife and I were discussing it and I kind of started remembering some of it. Overall crazy experience. I say all the time I'm getting too old for this shit, maybe I should listen to myself!   ...or just say fuck it you only live once! (lol)

Bud, that reminds of a story my friend told me about the 1980 BS tour

Priest played the Erie County Field House Erie, Pa

No seats on the floor standing room only with a steel bar across the front of the stage.

He was with the biggest dude from our school and lucky

because same thing as soon as Priest came out everyone pushed forward and he would have been crushed

if not for the big brute holding people back.

Nice pics HB. I hope to get there some day.

I'm not sure if I told this story here or not but since bears were brought up I'll share again. I was 18 and with 2 friends walking on a trail called "Falls Trail". It was on "Red Rock" mountain (big hill) in north eastern Pa. It went down one side of the (hill) and back up the other with nearly 30 sets of water falls along the way ranging from a couple of feet to more than 90 feet. Very cool walking trail. Along the way we were surprised by a deer drinking out of the stream that we spooked and it darted right past us. Guys being guys (you know, "macho") we started talking about what we would do if we saw a bear. "I would hit it with�a stick", "Yeah. well I would throw rocks at it to fuck with it", "shit, I would chase his ass". Comments like that but I don't think we really expected to see one. At the top of the trail we started hearing a high pitched kind of squeal and then something like a loud hiss. Then we heard something that sounded like something scratching a tree and more squeals. We get to the very end where you step out of the brush and into a field that led to the center where we were going. Anyway in a line of three the first guy opens up a brushy area to walk out ont the open field and he stopped in his tracks. he started stuttering "there there's a bear" and the other two of us looking over each side of�his shoulder saw the bear. No sticks, no rocks and no chasing, just a flat out sprint by all three of us until we got to the center about a hundred yards away. So headbanger, even if just a guess can you explain the noises. The bear we saw was a cub. I'm guessing we were about to be mauled.(lol)

The whole time this shit was going on all i could do was wonder where is security? There was none, and I'd be amazed if no one got hurt.