Concerts are one of my favorite things on this planet. The anticipation of the show, the clapping people waiting for the encore, and of course the moment the band comes out. It’s a magical feeling to be with people who are there to love and appreciate just as much or more than you.
I was surprised yesterday when my father asked if I wanted to go to the Dave Matthews Band show with him. We already had two tickets, one for my dad and one for my mom. He also has tickets to see the band in June. The original plan was for mom and dad to go the show last night, and I would go with him. Then things changed. Mom is going with dad to the beach and for the show, while I went last night. It was the first concert of the tour, and the year that the band celebrates their 25 years together.
I think it is strange that I, who normally hates loud sounds and large crowds, absolutely love concerts.
Of course, there are things I don’t like so much
Once I got to the arena, I got freaked out over the pocket check and wanding. The thing beeped on me and my almost exploded. She asked me If I had a belt. I pulled up my shirt to show it to her. I guess you didn’t have to show them, but I figured if she asked, she probably wanted to see it.
In the arena, there were huge crowds everywhere. Lot’s of talking, lot’s of moving, and too many people. We got to our seats, finally, which were actually really good seats. With my dry mouth, I need a lot of water. My dad said he would go get us some. The show was supposed to start at 8 pm, so at 7:48 pm, I texted him to hurry up and that the lights were dimming. I was extremely worried he would miss the beginning. He got back a few minutes before the proposed start time. Then we waited. Waited some more.With every second after 8 pm I got more nervous, because it was late. I kept checking the time on my phone to see how late the band was. I kept complaining about how late they were, My panic finally settled when everything went off and the band came out. It is such a breathtaking feeling when the band got their instruments (or sat down for the drummer). Then they started playing. It felt like I had been waiting for it my whole life, in two ways. I was upset they weren’t schedule, but the main reason is that I knew I was in for a great show.
My sensory issues caught me many times.The first is that the whole arena smelled like marijuana. It seemed like every third person was lighting up and getting carried away. Dave even at the beginning of the show asked “How many of you are smoking marijuana” as the crowed cheered. I could not stand the smell. I mean, I’m sure a lot of people hated the smell, but it was making me anxious. I even held my water bottle to my nose so I didn’t have to spell the nastiness. It is probably the third time i have ever smelled it, each at a DMB or Dave and Tim Reynolds show.
The lights. There were green, blue, white, orange, and probably more. The white ones kept going off like a strobe light. I had to look away when they started. It was a little overwhelming, but looking away helped. I thought I was going to get a headache, but the big problem was internal.
I zoned out a few times. It happens at every concert I have been to. I can still hear the music in the background, but my mind fades and focuses on the ceiling or just random thoughts. I then come back and enjoy the show. It happens at least a few times at every show I’ve been to, including Pierce The Veil, Taylor Swift, and Fleetwood Mac. Each of those I did it., and they are all some of the favorite bands out of all my loved bands.It is not that I do not like the show. I just get distracted.
Overall, I had an excellent night. They played of my favorite songs by them, Grey Street, They also played a number of songs that had never performed live. One of them made tears fall down my face, and I was so close to ugly-crying. It was beautiful, and meant a lot to me. I’m not sure what the lyrics actually were, but I felt the song in my heart, as I felt the whole show in my heart. Grey Street was the last song played before the encore.I enjoyed myself even with all the sensory issues. Here’s to 25 years and 25 more (unless they retire first.
They are getting older).
The song that made me cry: Dave Matthews Band- Samurai Cop