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Wow, I remember that happening. Something with the pyrotechnics, right? All the fans thought it was part of the act until the ceiling was on fire and by that time it was too late.
Yeah, that sounds right.
Wow, I remember that happening. Something with the pyrotechnics, right? All the fans thought it was part of the act until the ceiling was on fire and by that time it was too late.
Slayer concert at the Orpheum (South of Heaven tour).
I was sitting in the balcony- when Slayer started the crowd started jumping up and down and the balcony was moving several inches. Staff came running out with flashlights screaming for everyone to sit down.
It really felt like it could collapse for a few seconds, and I figured God would have a good chuckle at a hall full of crushed Slayer fans.
I would say that listening to Great White would be a shitty enough experience for most.
I would say that listening to Great White would be a shitty enough experience for most.
Wasn't that Great White concert in Rhode Island...where the fireworks went off and 100 or so people died? That would be a shitty experience.
Pure stupidity by them. What made it worse they had someone blocking a exit so only the band members could leave.It was The Station in Warwick, RI. It was an absolutely horrendous tragedy. The owners of the club as well as the band's manager were charged with 200 counts of manslaughter for the gross negligence. The band manager was sentenced to 10 years in a plea bargain. One of the club owners got 15 years while the other got a suspended sentence.
yeah never a fan of the idea of drowning, i figure that and fire are the two most painful ways to go. That would have been a day i hit land and got good and ripped - nice job stepping up and facing fear.man, there are some good posts in this thread. What a topic.
I suppose there are different levels of fear. If you happen to find yourself falling though space in the dark, then you will pretty much peg the fear meter within a split second. You can't get much more afraid than that. You don't know where the bottom is or whether it is a trampoline or metal spikes. The unknown. It's the same thing with anything that happens unexpectedly when you are beyond getting help.
I think that the worst of all of it is fear that grows over time as in the case of worrying about a loved one or about impending death. It seems lots of folks have also had to deal with that. That kind of fear works you over for a while until you don't know if you have anything left. You dwell on it.
Anyhow, one that i recall very well was when i spent a night on a deserted island off the coast of maine. It was a fun night but the next morning we woke up to small craft warnings, high wind and seas, and we had a 26' sailboat.
After some intense debate the decision was made to sail back through it and we had several miles to cover to get back to port. It was quite terrifying. At times we'd be in the trough of some big waves and you literally felt like you were being swallowed up......surrounded by black, angry mountains. I don't know how big they were but at times it felt like they were 20 feet tall.
For the first time i felt a potent fear of drowning. How awful that would be. During this time there was absolutely nobody else in sight. No help. Everybody else was smarter than we were.
At one point the captain told me i had to go up to the bow and attach the jib to the jib cleat to get the nose of the boat out of the water and change sails. And i looked forward to see a large wave roll wash right over the deck where that cleat was. "fvck that!!!" i screamed. "if you don't, we are going to fvcking sink" he insisted. I did it. It sucked. I kept waiting for a wave to get me.
It took us hours to get to the harbor and safety and during that time i had plenty of time to think about my life because i thought we were going down about 30 times. In other words, my life flashed in front of my eyes for about 4 solid hours.
That'll get your attention.
i would have taken that man out and walked out that doorpure stupidity by them. What made it worse they had someone blocking a exit so only the band members could leave.
It was The Station in Warwick, RI. It was an absolutely horrendous tragedy. The owners of the club as well as the band's manager were charged with 200 counts of manslaughter for the gross negligence. The band manager was sentenced to 10 years in a plea bargain. One of the club owners got 15 years while the other got a suspended sentence.
Man, there are some good posts in this thread. What a topic.
I suppose there are different levels of fear. If you happen to find yourself falling though space in the dark, then you will pretty much peg the fear meter within a split second. You can't get much more afraid than that. You don't know where the bottom is or whether it is a trampoline or metal spikes. The unknown. It's the same thing with anything that happens unexpectedly when you are beyond getting help.
I think that the worst of all of it is fear that grows over time as in the case of worrying about a loved one or about impending death. It seems lots of folks have also had to deal with that. That kind of fear works you over for a while until you don't know if you have anything left. You dwell on it.
Anyhow, one that I recall very well was when I spent a night on a deserted island off the coast of Maine. It was a fun night but the next morning we woke up to small craft warnings, high wind and seas, and we had a 26' sailboat.
After some intense debate the decision was made to sail back through it and we had several miles to cover to get back to port. It was quite terrifying. At times we'd be in the trough of some big waves and you literally felt like you were being swallowed up......surrounded by black, angry mountains. I don't know how big they were but at times it felt like they were 20 feet tall.
For the first time I felt a potent fear of drowning. How awful that would be. During this time there was absolutely nobody else in sight. No help. Everybody else was smarter than we were.
At one point the Captain told me I had to go up to the bow and attach the jib to the jib cleat to get the nose of the boat out of the water and change sails. And I looked forward to see a large wave roll wash right over the deck where that cleat was. "Fvck THAT!!!" I screamed. "If you don't, we are going to fvcking sink" he insisted. I did it. It sucked. I kept waiting for a wave to get me.
It took us hours to get to the harbor and safety and during that time I had plenty of time to think about my life because I thought we were going down about 30 times. In other words, my life flashed in front of my eyes for about 4 solid hours.
That'll get your attention.