324 – Frightening Realization
Yay! I’m back! San Diego was WONDERFUL as always. I nearly handcuffed myself to my beach house so I couldn’t leave. Hard to come back to a dark, gray Sweden after so much wonderful sun and warmth! But I am back, and that also means I’m back here! The schedule is going as I wrote in that post below a couple of weeks ago. For the next two weeks I will be back to my normal Mon & Thu schedule, until I go to NYC. Then, when I get back at the beginning of November, things with either resume to normal right away, OR, I will take a week to build a buffer and THEN resume to normal.
On to today’s comic!
How about you guys? I am about to turn 31. Up to this point I have been to around 100 concerts in my lifetime. The great majority of those were spent waiting for hours before so I could get a great spot down in the standing area around the stage. And many of those were front row, sweaty and screaming and sometimes having physical contact with the artists (Chad Smith kissed me once! yeah!). But recently I’ve realized I don’t really care about that anymore. I would much rather have seats now. I can get there when I want and NOT be trampled or have my ribs crushed. And I’m totally OK with that. And that’s a little scary…
True; never ever say it to her face Jay. Just tweet it amongst your friends and if Ben happens to blurt it out in a foolish mistake? Well, it’s not like she can cut more of his hair off, right?
There is nothing wrong with maturing, Irma. You’re just making the rest of us adjust our cool-o-meter’s to keep up.
I’m 25 and I never enjoyed that part of concerts, or sports games for that matter. Once I get the “real” experience once, I’m much happier at home, saving money, watching it on my TV, with food, room to stretch, a bathroom I don’t have to fight for, and the opportunity to multi-task on craft projects while I enjoy the concert or event. So don’t feel old because you don’t crave the experience anymore – some people never do, if it was important to you, be glad you had so many opportunities to do what you loved.
Obviously Irma, metal concerts aren’t your thing. If you aren’t feeling some kind of pain by the end, you didn’t do it right. Let’s see: Middle of a mosh pit, pushing each other around, drenched in a mixture of sweat, beer, and blood, completely lost in the music as your eardrums damn near fail…….or watch from a balcony. I think my choice is clear 😀
(By the by, the worst pain I’ve ever felt from a concert is a stiff neck from headbanging and a sore arm from excessive bullhorns 🙂 )
It’s scary but what you said here (combined with what’s said above) means that something I saw in another webcomic may not have been as fanciful as it first seemed.
Nah. the hardcore crowd tend to be a little…..off. Proper etiquette at a metal show is bruises, bleeding from scratches, and neck pain from getting someone thrown at you. And you know what? If you are truly into the music being played, you won’t notice until the next morning when the adrenaline and endorphins wear off. Hardcore likes to maim people, which isn’t what metal is about. It’s about losing yourself in a world of awesome music; no worries, no grief, and plenty of booze.
BUT, i’m sure at some point I will have to give up such an experience. I’m hoping that day is well into my 70s 🙂
As you get older your priorities change. It’s normal and you get used to it.
I have never done the Mosh-Pit thing .. aversion to pain and health insurance costs …. plus I don’t heal as fast as I used to … but I still go to concerts. [ I’m just a few years older than you ] But money and scheduling has always been an issue.
Mind you a RUSH concert is not your typical, get put in the hospital, rock concert. There are the usual biker-dudes, prepi/indi-posers getting wasted, but also grandparents and tweens plus the occasional grade schooler. Yes we start them young as fans of good rock music.
Oh, almost forgot,…..
Remember, you may have to grow old, but you don’t have to mature.
…. I’m pulling for ya. We’re all in this together!
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati.
Imy babe, just WAIT till you hit 40! (which I am) You’ll be thinking minivan before long…