They were also learning the language of sexual harassment. They were building identities and confronting demons. I remember the hordes of young men at those shows, wearing painters' masks to protect themselves from the dust they kicked up in front of the main stage. Artists like Blink-182 and Kid Rock peppered their sets with jokes about women's body parts actual women hardly ever appeared onstage. But five years or so in, it became a wild boys' paradise. At first it provided a louder alternative to Lollapalooza, celebrating punk's history just as that subgenre became historical. I'd covered Warped Tour for The New York Times in the late 1990s and watched a malignancy sprout inside its rock and roll shenanigans. My mom nerves were based in personal experience. I'd texted her frequently that afternoon to make sure she was safe. I can't explain the relief I felt when she said all she'd experienced was some standard pit jostling. "I got kicked in the face twice," she said, possibly exaggerating. My kid took off with a friend, returning occasionally to share her adventures in the crowd. Not too many people stopped to talk with me. Stationed across from the Reverse Day Care tent, where parents went to enjoy air conditioning and avoid their kids, I shared space with some social conservatives (" All Lives Matter," their t-shirts read) and a few students trying to raise money for refugees. I got us tickets by volunteering to run a sign-up table for our local feminist rock and roll summer camp. Rock mom that I am, I identified with her passion - the same green kind I'd directed, as a teen, toward local bands with New Wave names like The Heaters and The Frazz - and wanted to help her live it out, within the limits that my own mom, a Bing Crosby fan, didn't know were necessary. "F*** this s***, you can find me in the mosh pit!" she'd yell, all five feet two inches of her electric with defiance. By age 13 she'd become utterly versed in current pop-punk and grunge-indebted metal, shouting along to her playlists of Neck Deep and Attila songs in the car. She'd been clamoring to go since the first time she'd walked into a Hot Topic store and bought a t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of the band Black Veil Brides deeply devoted to that band and its sweetly philosophical, doe-eyed singer Andy Biersack, she'd even had their album cover painted on her eleventh birthday cake. Last summer I took my daughter to Vans Warped Tour for the first time.
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