When I was 14 or so, I went on a camping trip in Montana with my friend Daryl Grove and his dad. We stopped at a record store in Great Falls, and each of us bought a tape. I got Weird Al Yankovic's Polka Party, and Daryl picked up a heavy metal compilation. Daryl's tape included "Caught in a Mosh" by thrash pioneers Anthrax. This was before "grunge" had popularized mosh pits, so two small town kids like us were mystified. We spent the rest of the trip speculating about what a mosh could possibly be. I think we decided it was some sort of swamp (Yeah! It's like a marsh!).
When Mike saw that Anthrax was playing Buenos Aires, we knew we had to go. Neither of us are huge Anthrax fans, but South Americans have a reputation for being passionate metal heads, and this seemed like the perfect chance to see them in action. Trust me, the legends are true. The crowd shouted along to every word, the energy was incredible. And yes, there was moshing aplenty. Luckily, we didn't get caught.
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