Don't talk of dust and roses or should we powder our noses?

I'm thinking of mosh pits and being in them. The biological urge to get sweaty, confused, excited, shouting and jumping for one reason- the music.





"Don't live for last year's capers
Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulses unreal"

Big Brother, David Bowie

Where did the good ol people in the mosh pit go to? Have we all grown up?