Hit me in my bony chest, vertically, right between my bewbs.
He’s in the knife thrower’s hall of fame and you can see him look to see where I am and *thwock*, there it went.
Worst thing was that old theater’s springy floors.
They were wooden and literally pulsating from the music and I was wearing high heels.
Chuck kept trying to throw me bass picks at one point and I was nearly “bouncing” so badly I couldn’t catch them.
It was like standing on the edge of a trampoline while a mob of kids were playing in the middle.
I’m sure he thought I was “spayshul” or something.
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This was when stage diving and the band letting the audience on stage was new. Security had no idea what to do. The mosh pit was like a swarm of bees.
Their first encore was the Pistols' God Save the Queen. About 20 fans stormed the old, wooden stage and you could see it bow like a trampoline and watch the speaker columns sway. The band stopped, and Joey the singer implored the crowd to stop "or else the stage will collapse and we'll all die."
It was one of the best concerts ever.