Finally, A Concert: A Return to Live Music
One of my favorite moments of 2021 was during Japanese Breakfast’s Crystal Ballroom set. I had recently learned my landlord was also at the show, so I weaseled into the middle of the crowd to avoid that. My small talk skills are still a bit atrophied.
I wasn’t ready to make that connection, so I hid until the set started. As soon as it did, I instantly felt connected with 1500 strangers. Looking back at the shows I went to this fall, that was the community I was looking for this year.
I missed the feeling of collective focus. I wasn’t as interested in the scattered connections of the bar scene. I wanted to feel something with others. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to wanting to join a cult.
There was something special about the return of shows last fall. It had been a year of intense and intimate connections with music new and old. When shows returned, I was ready to share those feelings with others. It’s hard to do that over text. I felt like I was talking into a void when I gushed about my new interest in emo music on the phone. The emotions I associated with pandemic-era music felt too raw to even write about.
Concerts were a chance to share that feeling. Sure, it’s in a slightly more restrained way than in the dark of my room. Dancing to Perfume Genius’ On the Floor didn’t reach the ACL-compromising intensity as it did in the comforts of my home, but there is something beautiful in collective head-bobbing and finger-tapping-on-an-IPA.
Seeing Isaiah Rashad leap around the stage to From the Garden through a haze of weed smoke made me jump and bounce off my neighbors like I was 19 again.
When Michelle Zauner and her band launched into Be Sweet, the euphoria of first hearing that song exploded back into my brain. My hips leaned into a more enthusiastic two-step than I expected. If my landlord saw me, I think it would have been okay.
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