I live for my next concert.

I love live music more than almost anything else in the world. Although it’s a lot about the music, it’s not JUST about the music for me. It’s the interaction you have with the performer no matter where your seats are. It’s being brought together with fourteen thousand of your closest friends by a few lyrics and a melody. It’s being immersed in a sea of thousands of lighters (or phones) during a slow song. For me, it’s my high. It’s my church. 

It’s about being there when the performers fulfill their life’s purpose. It’s true that I follow several famous artists religiously, who know me well at this point, but honestly, it’s not about fame. I have a good friend who is a predominantly local artist, and when she is on stage, she’s her best self. It’s obvious that she was put on this earth to create music because when she’s on stage, she’s in her element. She’s in control, she’s the boss, and she kills it every single time. Her “something” is singing, just like my “something” is art, and watching her fulfill that something to a crowd of 300 is just as special as watching someone as famous as Florida Georgia Line put on a show to an audience of 50,000. 

Live music, just like art, can change lives. I know it’s changed mine, and I can’t wait to be able to experience it again.