Last night was the mayday parade concert. There were four other bands there, too, and the whole thing lasted until about ten thirty. The first band gets the worst of it, i think, because the crowd isnt warmed up (literally, it was FREEZING last night) and then nobody wants to dance, because the opener is usually NOT who you came to see. But after that, the dancing and clapping, and having fun starts. The band before the headliner is usually when the pushing starts (ladies, have your arms in front of your chest to avoid chest squishing. Keep your shoes tied (i almost lost mine) and try to maintain balance and not get caught behind the tall guy with the sharp elbows. Most of all, enjoy the music.
Deafening silence
rings in your ears
the hearts of
others thrum
to the songs.
Fingers and arms
entwined, together
our voices rise
to be
the music.
During "Miserable at Best" by mayday parade, the entire crowd was singing, and it was so amazing. Didn't matter who you were, or anything. Just that you were there, being apart of the music. That's my favorite thing. Being the music. Sometimes I close my eyes and just take it in. I don't need to see, just to hear it. To feel the bass thrum in my bones and the drum beat align with my heart. Just to be there. That's why I love concerts. Because of the music.
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