The ability to share your enjoyment of a concert by jumping into a receptive crowd is an incredible feeling. Except for when the crowd isn’t so receptive, and you plummet to the ground instead. As a fan in the crowd I never understood the concept of crowd surfing, you get separated from your friends for the rest of the concert, if your a girl everyone just grabs your boobs and ass, if your a guy everyone is punching you in the kidneys, sounds awesome. Here is a nice list though of awesome moments in the not so successful stage dive.
Fatal error: What the hell, dude? Maybe the reason no-one wanted to catch you is because you went in knees first. Also, you’re at a Green Day show. No one has stage dived at a Green Day gig since 1993.
Fatal error: You’ve got to make the gap man. If you think for one second you’re not going to make the gap, don’t do it. Note: The fact that your pants are round your ankles might not help.
Fatal error: Make sure you’ve got a crowd to dive into. Not only that, how awkward is it when she starts singing to a little kid in an empty field, CREEPYYY.
Fatal error: This is an odd one. We don’t really know what Method Man does wrong here. You might expect Justin Bieber fans to move out of the way at the site of a 14 stone six-footer flying into the audience but not Wu Tang Clan fans — but they do.
Fatal error: Don’t just come darting out of nowhere and jump into what, at best, could be called a sparse crowd. Fool!
Fatal error: Believe it or not, this is a clip from Finland’s biggest music festival.* This budding stage diver attempts a feet first dive and actually appears to execute it perfectly, until the whole “catching” part — which in fairness is kind of out of his hands.
Fatal error: If there is one thing we’ve learned from horror films, it is never to trust a man in dungarees. This video is funny anyway, before the whole failed stage dive toward the end. This was filmed in 2010. That’s this year. Unreal.
Fatal error: You’re five. You shouldn’t be in bands or stage diving. You should be climbing trees, making mud pies, kicking each other’s shins and eating glue. I blame those Jonas people — whatever they’re called, damn them with their corrupting antiseptic, child-rock.