Monday, 2 March 2015

Soundwave 2015.

So, I saw Papa Roach, and came back from Soundwave with some experiences that I was starting to think I would never have. Fate decided that I needed to get to the music festival this weekend, and I could not be more thankful for it.


New experience number one: I am the sort of girl who goes to shows and stands in one of three places - the middle of the mosh pit, where there is no chance of my seeing anything; up the back, away from all of the action; or at the barrier, but off to the side where it's easier to move. With Papa Roach, I was completely in on the action, up against the barrier at the front.

New experience number two: half way through All Time Low's set (the band playing before Papa Roach), it started to rain. Correction: it started to pour. All Time Low were asked to stop playing due to their equipment being drenched, and the crowd were advised to take cover. But knowing that if I left the barrier I would never get back to it, I decided to take my chances. So for the first time, I waited for a band in the pouring rain, and didn't give a damn that I was cold and wet and probably going to get sick. 

New experience number three: the lead singer of the band, Jacoby Shaddix, has a habit of coming out into the crowd, or walking along the barrier. He did both at Soundwave, which meant that I was lucky enough to touch his hand as he passed. It made me feel like those fifteen-year-old girls who swear that they're going to marry their rock star idols - "Oh my God, I touuuuuched him!" I didn't act like this, of course, but the thought made me smile all the same. And my fifteen-year-old self would have been thrilled at this first celebrity contact. 

New experience number four: everybody knows it: rock musicians like to throw guitar picks and drumsticks out into the crowd when they're done playing. Me, I've never caught anything. I've never even tried to. So imagine my surprise when, after a scuffle between the two girls to my left, the guitarist's pick literally landed on my hand. That was definitely a see-it-to-believe-it moment for me. I could have taken it, too. The girl beside me didn't make to grab it from my hand, but she saw did look depressed when she realised she'd lost her chance. 

I felt really good when I handed it to her. 

My brother, his friend, and my friend have all called me crazy for what I've deemed my act of kindness. They don't understand why I didn't just keep the pick, and then give it to one of them if I didn't want it. But I refuse to let them make me feel bad about what I did. I made a girl smile, and got some memories out of it, too. 

The festival had left me physically tired, but mentally refreshed. And while it might not have given me ideas or the urge to write, I'm hoping these won't be far behind.

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