This is for the stub savers, the general admission stage sardines, the band groupies, the camp out for days to get tickets, music junkies.
You've been waiting for months. The night is finally here. You spend all day getting psyched for the show. Maybe you and your friends skipped school, got high, danced around your room, sang into a hairbrush, and listened through three foot high Kenwoods to the band. Nothing else mattered, just you your best buds and the music.
Shoulder to shoulder with your friends and hundreds of kindred strangers, multitudinous shouts come in waves from the nosebleeds and roadies criss-cross the stage setting up. The energy is tangible. The lights go down and the crowd roars. You smell the amps as they come alive infusing with stale beer, weed and the sound of a thousand voices that hit you squarely in the heart. There is no feeling quite like it...always made me cry.
I'm glad I got to experience that. I'm glad my daughters did too, because it may just be something we never get to fully, freely enjoy again...not the way we used to. Human beings need one another, whether we realize it or not. To be able to come together as One to see a show, or a game, to celebrate a marriage, or mourn a loss is essential to Life. Life, I don't want some suit telling me "we cannot go back to the way things were," because even though it wasn't perfect, it was pretty damn good.
