Yesterday's
post was written humorously, but it was also true. I am old, increasingly
worried about money, and I do not have my own transportation. My mother worries
when I am out late, which I know sounds lame, but while there is a limit to how
much I can let that hold me back, there is also a limit to how callous I should
be about that. And I don't love being there alone; it's just how it works out.
Also, this
could be a very reasonable time to curtail my concert going. It would be hard
to top 2013. I had written earlier about how magical 2013 was for comic events,
and none of that will be happening this year; that is probably way more true
for concerts.
Last year I
went to ten shows. If we include the first show of 2014, and those two shows
from late 2012, that includes five bands that I had missed chances to see,
leaving only Maroon 5, about whom I have been the most ambiguous. It included
two bands that I had never heard of until I got on Twitter (and grew to love
MCR), and two bands that I only knew about because they followed me on Twitter,
and one that I knew before, but only started to love late. It included opening
bands that I have grown to love, but would never have known about. And frankly,
it included some bands that I was not sure if I would still like them after so
much time, but I did, so I guess given the chance I do still go to Maroon 5.
I was
thinking about it when a friend posted her concert bucket list, and I realized
that I've lived mine. There's not that sense of urgency anymore. There are
bands I want to see, because I think they will be good shows. Right now, that
list is mainly Dave Hause, Lit, and Alkaline Trio. I would like to see Torche,
and while previously I thought I would be annoyed at a Blink-182 show, I think
I would like to try it now. And of course, My Chemical Romance when they do
their reunion tour in 2018 - I'd want to go to that. (Don't. Say. A Word!)
And that's
where we get to the impossibility of changing, because I love it too much.
I love
listening to bands while I work and write, but seeing them play is a completely
different thing. That statement is so inherently true I don't even know how to
qualify it, so I am going to point out a few different things from Sunday night
that wouldn't necessarily fit in the reviews.
Pentimento:
I noticed that the bass player was playing really - well, I was thinking of it
as low, but he described it as close to the bridge, which is a much better way
of expressing it. I asked him about it, and it was basically that it felt right
for him, but he mentioned the power of the bass, and that it was a way of
harnessing that. And I thought, without saying it, that the real power is in
his arms. Seriously, it was obvious watching him talk: there is serious power
there. Then I noticed that Zach, the bass player in Reggie and the Full Effect,
played that way too. It may be very common, but I haven't noticed that before.
Dads: They
didn't have a bass player, which is why they do not come up in the previous
anecdote. However, I had been listening to the wrong band in preparation. There
are two Dads on Spotify. Looking at their merch, seeing their song titles and
logos, I can at least narrow that down.
And they
were good; it was such a good show. I could still find new bands and write
about music, but I would miss concerts. I don't want to pull back, I want to
delve further in. I want to go to NAMM now! I'm not a manufacturer or
distributor, and I'm not really press, but now I know it exists and I want to
go. There's still so much to learn.
Therefore,
I see myself giving in, and buying a ticket to Dave Hause, even though no one
wants to go with me, and though while it is in a better part of town, it will
still be far enough and get out late enough that I will be needing to afford a
taxi again. At least I should be getting some overtime this month.
Viva la
rock!
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