I was in the middle of a mosh pit, today, and I was revelling in the sheer physicality, the kind of raw exhchange of energy that comes when you fall backwards but end up cushioned by a wall of other people having just as good a time as you are.

I couldn't help but wonder if the mosh pit is actually just an outpouring of desire for touch. We live in such a touch-deprived society. As a generation, we were left in front of the TV, and expected just to make it. Babies are bottle fed from the minute they can be, like abandoned goats at the zoo.

We're touch-phobic here, somehow. Sex is vilified and people apologize if they even brush gently in the street. Two men are allowed only the most casual and fleeting of contact--the handshake.

So I'm thinking maybe this mosh pit that I'm in ('cause I was in it while I was thinking this) maybe this is our way of getting back hugs. If we can't touch each other gently then we'll do it as hard as we can.

And it all exploded with Grunge, with that music that spoke so strongly of need. And here we are today.

Hug a mosher! They probably need it!

-Trevor

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