I never thought that I would care about getting older and having my tastes change. It really should not be a big deal. I guess that I might have to take a job that will require a lot of time…but I’ll still be able to enjoy the same things right? Music is a passion to us. We like to make it, listen to it, talk about it on here. It is a priority. I never thought that I would worry about music becoming an afterthought.
Recently, I went back to my hometown of Bel Air, Maryland for a family reunion of sorts. I wasn’t expecting there to be a lot of people, but it turned out to bring about 18 family members to the house. Now, I love to socialize with people. Bring me to a random party any day of week. It just so happens that if those people are my family members, I get extremely nervous.
The one person that I feel that I am able to talk to without struggle is my aunt. I’ll call her Aunt K. During this party, I told her that I hadn’t seen very many concerts this semester. I only brought this up because she is the “cool” aunt in that she is the only one that knows any of the music I listen to. She started to tell me about the Morrisey concert she went to recently.
I like a good story. My aunt can tell a good story, and she can capture the type of emotion that I need to understand what she was feeling at the time. She used to go to concerts all over the DC and Philly area. Pretty much every time a new wave group came around, she was there. So it isn’t surprising that when Morrisey was in town, my aunt would freak out. She said specifically, “Morrisey is an enigma, You aren’t supposed to get him.” But in that same paragraph, she told me how much she loved him too. She even sent me a video on her phone of an unrecognizable song. But I didn’t need to know the song…I got the point.
Going to see this depressed lead singer of the Smiths sway back and forth and rip his shirt off caused my aunt to feel alive. Most importantly, it caused her to feel as young as she was when she would travel anywhere to see a show. I cannot let that go right now.
The point of this is that while you are of the age where it is appropriate to go to a ton of concerts and sometimes say “Fuck work”, do it. You may never get the chance to do it again. If we can feel alive right now, why would we not take the time to do it?
I will tag this as uncategorized. There is no mp3 in this post. I just want to give you a thought that is important to me. Take it or leave it. Thank you for watching.
Well done.