I know that there a millions of people that attend concerts all the time (me being one of them). May it be in the scene of country, pop, edm, pop punk, rock, rap....the list goes on longer then the fingers that I have to count with. Now there others out there that document them in a way that they remember: Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, Youtube, and in my case, Tumblr.
If you're like me in any way what so ever, you’ve sadly deleted videos off your phone and those are fun precious memories you can’t recover that are gone into the depths of a deep void of archived photos and pictures. That’s the whole purpose of me creating this blog that may just only reach my eyes, but it’s something I can remember and interpret in my way. It doesn’t matter if others may think that these stories I tell are fabricated and pulling them out of thin air cause these are my experiences, my own shoes I've been walking in. I’m doing this for the sole purpose of me to never forget these memories of being a free spirited teen; lying, sneaking around, begging, working, ditching my way through life to go to shows, to now a somewhat responsible kid trying to live my life the best I can before the real world catches up.
Sure I take snapchats and post stuff to Instagram showing others the fun I have, the attitude of being, “Haha, I’m here you're not-” mindset. But there are stuff I don’t catch on video ya know?
Over time I’ll tell these stories to someone else and it turns into a game of telephone with myself. Years of referring back to a certain concert on a specific date the flashback becomes hazy and the story becomes choppy to the point that I hope I’m telling/ remembering it right. Sadly, these memories are dissipating into a file in my brain I can’t quit unlock. Only if I’m listening to a certain song on a day that’s gloomy, wearing a sweet perfume, and the sun is casting a shadow on the ground is when i’lll oddly remember something so crystal clear and ill catch myself smiling, thinking...why the hell haven’t time machines been invented?
These concert tales are all meshed together from the year 2012 to now 2017. From the time I begged my parent’s to see Black Veil Brides in freshman year at Ogden; to a high school graduate, with nothing much going for herself seeing the Red Hot Chili Peppers at the Pepsi Center, with her dad. I’ve crossed a lot off my bucked list and I want to tell every story in my best way, that way when I'm older I can refer back to this. My own legacy in my own blog. Can this be a legacy?? Who knows but, I'll be uploading as many stories I can...maybe 3 or 5 day? Or once or twice a week. Whatever works.
Music is the only gateway almost anyone can escape to-to bring the quietest one in the room making them get up, dance and sing. In the time of happiness, pain, sadness, nervousness, just anything really, music is the root we can all relate too and come together in. So that being said, I hope we can all smile, laugh, gasp and cringe together through my life and pondering events.
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