I had a flash of Christmas past this week. A friend of mine took me for a weeknight drink to the Village (now, sadly, substituting for the East Village) and as we walked down Camden Street we passed ...

The swirling whirl of flying elbows, lofted knees and whipping necks encountered in a mosh pit might look like utter chaos to an innocent bystander, a mini-riot sanctioned by the band on stage and ...