Anticipation is building with every second as the crowd
chants. Excitement is practically
spilling out of your body as you wait for the band to enter the stage. You’ve been waiting for this moment since you
bought the tickets 6 months ago. From
the first strike of the drums and the strum of the guitar you can feel the
sound waves travel through your bones.
Tomorrow you might not be able to hear but this thought doesn’t even
cross your mind because you are too busy enjoying the band you love.
Concerts
are one of my favorite ways to spend my time, because music is such a huge part
of my life. This past summer I went to
see Fall Out Boy, Wiz Khalifa, Hoddie Allen, Plain White T’s, 5 Seconds of
Summer, and One Direction. While I love
to just listen to music at my house from albums it’s so much better to hear it
live. The first concert that I remember
going to was a Paul McCartney concert at the Palace of Auburn Hills with both
my parents and my sister. I can’t tell
you what song was my favorite or how crazy the arena got when he came out on
stage but I remember looking at both my parents face when that happened. They lit up and I knew that this was definitely
something to remember. Even at my young age I knew that the moment a concert
starts was a magical one.
To be
able to see the artist’s enthusiasm or lack of, gives you a sense of who they
are. When you go to a concert and the
artist is jumping around and creates an amazing show for the audience you know they
really care about what they’re doing.
You can see tell if they really love the music they are making and you can
see how much they love their fans.
The
atmosphere at a concert is so fast pace that sometimes it seems like the show
lasted 5 minutes even if it was 2 hours.
But, in my experiences, those were close to the best 5 minutes of my
life. To think that almost every other
person in the venue is there because they love the band or artist just as much
as you do or maybe more is crazy. You
could look at the person next to you and even though they are a complete
stranger you have a connection.
But
after a concert it’s not as great. There’s
this thing called Post Concert Depression and while it sounds made up it is
very real. The infected may experience moments
of deep sadness followed by long hours of watching YouTube videos to try and
relive the experience. They may also cry
unexpectedly at things that make them remember the best night of their lives
and may show signs of hearing loose due to the decibel levels during
concert. This will fade but if I’m being
honest I’ve had this after almost all of the concerts I want to this year and
last. It is not fun.
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