Like most of us, we attend a concert…believe it to be the best one yet or worse (depends on your point of view). Yet after a while… what happens as you grow a bit more and get older.
Well in this very special case being 15 had never felt relevant until last Friday. Seeing a bill of bands that not only had I never seen but promised myself that at some point in the future (near or far) that seeing them on stage would happen.
What happens to all that passed time until you are staring not only at a band that has been in your life since that moment you determined you hated your high school, wanted to start a band and eventually give your life over to music?
A moment felt between spectrum’s of time and space. God damn a moment that was fulfilled that you had no idea needed to be. Once life has decided to use you as target practice, everything else tends to take a backseat.
Now after the show, walking on egg shells because you’ve suddenly created this open doorway to an idea that use to generate every follicle and measure of understanding. A 15 year old that wanted a simplicity of making music has been re-awakened to that utmost aggressive point.