Music is pretty much everything to me.
I love every bit of her.
Every facet of her.
Pretty much every type of her.
(There is no music I will not listen to for at least 15 minutes. My tattoo guy likes that loud noise/scream stuff and I remain…curious. I won’t play it in my car, but even listening a little is a way to be penetrated more deeply by Music. And that is a joy for me).
A few years ago I started going to concerts again.
It had been a few years (read: more than a decade) – the house, kids, etc had taken up time for such things. (See also: sleep deprivation.)
But I started going again because I wanted to feel the joy, the elation, the beat, the dance.
The sexy pulse of the crowd, focused on one thing.
Concerts are akin to a high mass for me.
The priests offer their sermon, their blessing, their symbols, and absolution.
I dance and sing and pray in reply.
We are all singing the same hymn sometimes.
It is a sacred orgy of mantra and bass and freedom.
Do not talk to me about the concert while it is happening.
That is like talking over the sermon.
We don’t do that.
We open ourselves to the message and get swept away into the heart of joy.
[You can talk to me afterwards, on the way home. When we are both half-yelling because our ear drums are so thoroughly, wonderfully violated.]
Also, please show your respect by having a good time.
[New Englanders…they sit at concerts. I do not understand this!]
In any case, because I love Music so much, I try to go to the temple a couple of times a year.
Different venues, different talent, but always a good time.
My soul gets washed and dried and satisfied.
So, it pains me greatly to tell you that I will not be going this summer.
Imagine Dragons plays locally tonight, and I will not be there.
The amazing Dave Grohl (we can call him a ‘god,’ right?) and Foo Fighters will also be playing around here. And I will not be there.
Even my beloved U2 will be in Boston. And I will not be there. (Although, if you’d like to go- let me know. I will drive. <– That was an open invitation for you to buy me a ticket and spend the evening having a great time with moi.)
I will try to atone myself in the Fall.
Bless me, Music, for I wish to sin with you as much as I can.
(Edited To Add: Ask and it shall be given: a friend is going with me to see U2 at their last date in Boston. /happydance)