Ever since I went to my first show at age 11, I knew there was something I desperately loved about concerts that just brought me extreme joy. There have been a few things I feel I was born to do, conceived to achieve, you could say; going to concerts is definitely one of them.
I don’t know what happened to me during high school because I basically fell out of the music loop for a few years but I decided I wouldn’t leave myself for want anymore. All of which leads me to say, hooray! I’m going to a show tonight! I’m going to see Korn, who was, very coincidentally, my first concert so many years ago. I didn’t think I’d be going up until two days ago the universe laid out a nice stone path for me. And with an old friend, no less. It’s such a mindfuck, in the most wonderful way, in this case, the way people you have known show up in your day out of the blue.
I own a couple of pairs of pants like this. I haven’t worn them in centuries, but tonight may or may not be just such the occasion for their night on the town. Probably not.
