Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Live Again.

It has been a year to the day since I went to my last concert. 

I have no complaints about the show. Truth be told, it was a dream come true - my favourite band, access to the photo pit. It was exactly what I needed after having lost my grandmother a month earlier, and it's something that I am still looking back on with pride. 


But I never intended to go a year afterwards without attending any shows. Since attending my first concert when I was sixteen, I have made it my mission to attend every show played by bands I like when they come to Sydney. I don't think I've ever gone more than a few months without one. It's not like I couldn't have gone, either. There were several shows I could have attended. But now that it's been a whole year (and a stressful year, at that), I am really starting to feel it.

I hate to use the word depression, but I feel like that's where I'm at. 

A lot of things have happened since that last show: the death of my grandfather; the death of my cat, whom I was extremely close to; my inability to write for going on sixteen months now; my best friend moving inter-state. I got a new job, which meant working more hours than I was at my previous job, and that combined with the stresses of life meant that I stopped applying to shoot shows, stopped applying to do interviews. Life became about trying to adjust, and I just never moved away from that. 

Papa Roach haven't been to Australian in twelve years. So when they were announced for Soundwave Festival this year, I was pretty excited. But I had decided that I didn't want to spend $180+ for the two-day festival, so I wasn't going to go. I didn't buy tickets, and that was that. For months, it didn't bother me. 

Then I started to feel low again, and my friend from the States started hassling me about missing Papa Roach at Soundwave

I decided that I wanted to go. But I also decided that I wasn't going to take off the Sunday that I would need to do it. I told myself that if by some miracle I managed to have the Sunday off, I would go to Soundwave. But I was going to leave it to fate. 

The fates have spoken: apparently I'm supposed to go and see Papa Roach

One of the girls where I work was sick on Tuesday, so I covered her shift. As a result, she offered to do my Sunday. So it looks like I'm going to Soundwave

There mere thought of it has lifted my spirits, so I can't wait to see how I feel afterwards. 

I feel like this is the first step to really getting back on track.

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