Sunday Sunday, and I have tickets to see one of my favorite bands. My weeks been building towards this wonderfully, undeniable day, this – one helluva – sanctifiable day… I put on my Sunday best, a limited, old concert shirt (it’s like a form of passive bragging; subtext saying: this is how long I’ve been supportive and loving). I called all my concert going – this Sunday loving gang.. And we listen to the band for the hours to drive up, and speculate on our set list dreams, and our ideal-concert-heavens … We are acting like the band’s geeks, fanboys/girls), acting like disciples, because no one is shy to show off even out of key singing, their air guitar and air drumming, because singing and playing along in this company is everything during these drives.. We arrive early to a stadium/or club, almost filled with fellow fans, all of them blowing their excitement around like a refreshing wind… It’s almost like a carnival at that point, with booths and tables selling merchandise for the band, and stadiums or clubs selling stadium and club priced drinks and food… When the band takes the stage… The lights go dark and the crowd lights up. From the front row that can see everything, an uproarious explosion occurs, and like shockwaves, it is carried out and out until even the people in the very back, cant see the band all that well, but, are yelling, and chanting their name. The energy flowing from everyone is densely massive… Bright-eyed grins and the chaotic sounds of their yells finds no difficulty in causing a fireworks of their inner fires… Until the moment the first song begins, and there’s a Big Bang of energy, …I’m chanting, and then I am singing, applauding, hooting and hollering… Till the last song ends, and the music echoes off, and cheering simmers down. …By the time the concert is over, I am hoarse, and worse, already sore because they have the songs that just limbo my limbs to life, despite the fact the next few days my spine will gripe… But I’m alright, because I’m on this incredible high… Where, I’m tired as hell, but way too hyped to shut these eyes. On the drive home, If anyone is willing to listen and share, I’ll be saying: I can’t stop thinking of how they changed up this song, about that solo from so and so…and that interlude that happened when… I can’t help but live it up, all the way, till I park my car, and still reliving all of today before my head hits the pillow. I’m dreaming of jolting jukebox music, crowds of a pulsating glow… That’s my Sunday… …and in many ways – I try to make it my Everyday. once a week day M. L. Michael 11/11/11
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For the curious, the band was Dave Matthews Band, and the show was at The Woodlands in Houston, Texas.
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