Born in the wrong era
I have realised something about concerts. Before your first one, you genuinely think people are overreacting. Like okay calm down, it is just music no? Why are people crying over a man standing on stage with a guitar? Why are people saying “live music changes lives” as if they returned from war with a new perspective on humanity? And then one day the lights go off. The crowd starts screaming before the artist has even stepped on stage. Your heart starts racing for absolutely no logical reason. The first guitar note hits your chest instead of your ears. And suddenly you understand. Entirely. Completely. Horrifyingly. Because live music DOES change lives. I have been listening to rock music consciously for over 5 years now. Before that, it was just something Dad listened to. Something always playing during drives or lazy Sundays or random evenings at home. Bryan Adams, Guns N' Roses, Def Leppard and all the classics were always around me before I even properly understood music. I thi...