Of course I remember things after I write it up
I'll amend the full writeup, but I figured I'd save you poor fuckers who have already read it once from plowing through it again.
First up: It was legitimately cold for this MDF. Cold enough that on Friday while drinking at Max's, we each took turns running down the block to the local Goodwill to pick up jackets. That is crazypants because Baltimore at the end of May is usually a steaming sauna, and the threat of dehydration and sunstroke is high. This year, the only days one could go without a jacket were Thursday night and Sunday.
Second: While some of the door and fest security were really dodgy (all kinds of reports of drug-dealing and a few people being robbed of cash), the guys running security in front of the stage were generally great. So great that one did a stagedive at the end of Carcass into the crowd. And they took turns running in the circlepit, not to shut the pit down, but in solidarity with the other pit-dwellers. It's highly entertaining to see a security dude with a giant shit-eating grin on his face as he's moshing with the other knuckleheads while his brethren in front of the stage cheer them all on.
First up: It was legitimately cold for this MDF. Cold enough that on Friday while drinking at Max's, we each took turns running down the block to the local Goodwill to pick up jackets. That is crazypants because Baltimore at the end of May is usually a steaming sauna, and the threat of dehydration and sunstroke is high. This year, the only days one could go without a jacket were Thursday night and Sunday.
Second: While some of the door and fest security were really dodgy (all kinds of reports of drug-dealing and a few people being robbed of cash), the guys running security in front of the stage were generally great. So great that one did a stagedive at the end of Carcass into the crowd. And they took turns running in the circlepit, not to shut the pit down, but in solidarity with the other pit-dwellers. It's highly entertaining to see a security dude with a giant shit-eating grin on his face as he's moshing with the other knuckleheads while his brethren in front of the stage cheer them all on.