Music is one of the most beautiful things.
I was brought up surrounded by music thanks to my parents and their friends. It was namely rock’n’roll. The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Fleetwood Mac, Guns’n’Roses, AC/DC, The Police. And even though those bands had all mostly broken up (or died!) by the time I was born, the walls of the my rooms of the various houses I lived in as a kid were always covered with their posters, and I idolised them. As I got older and formed my identity, my interests branched out as I explored drum and bass, techno, pop, trance, world music, opera, classical, grunge, Brit pop, boy bands, R’n’B, Rap, Chanting…the list goes on.
I am so thankful for the presence and prevalence of music in my life, as it has certainly helped me through some hard times. Fights and relationship break-ups, the fighting and divorce of my parents, illness and death of family, bullying and hardships at work, the lows of depression. But it has also provided me with some of the most memorable moments in my life, especially when I seen the musicians I love live.
I saw Metallica live in concert with my brother during their ‘Black’ album tour. He wasn’t even a teenager, and I think I was (only just). We wore black, and got to witness our first security ‘pat downs’ of bogans on the way into the arena, including our Dad who had walked us to the door. We then head banged and rocked our out to our idols, who made such an impression on us. To this day we still think it is the best concert we have ever seen.
Mum and I saw KISS on their reunion tour in the ’90’s (this was when KISS had decided to get back into their costumes!). It was awesome! Their costumes were so cool – and I do believe that those boys walk (or possibly strut) better in platform shoes then most women. And the KISS army – the most amazing fans who really get into the spirit and dress up like their costumed idols. It was so very cool.
And then there’s the time I got crushed in the mosh pit during a crowd surge whilst watching The Offspring set at the Big Day Out (an Aussie music festival). It actually assisted with the development of my agoraphobia, and put me off of the Big Day Out and large concerts for years. Thankfully it also assisted with my transition to Dance Musical festivals such as Summadayze. This has now become my annual summer pilgrimage.
One of the highlights for 2010 was experiencing the Backstreet Boys in concert with my friend Kate. As the lights went down on the crowd and silence descended on the arena, Kate and I became squealing like school girls. It was so much fun, us being in our 30’s. I know you might doubt it, but sometimes you just need to let go of all of your ‘adult-ness’ and just let the kid in you out (or the young, squeal girl in this instance!).
At the close of 2009 I finally saw Pearl Jam with my brother, years after the ‘grunge era’ had passed. The only time they had come to Perth when I was a teenager I had queued for tickets – these were the days you had to physically queue – and the tickets had sold out just before I had got to the ticket window – I was devastated. So, when I finally got to see them live I was blown away. By the band who were just perfect, and especially by the god that is Eddie Vedder, even as he got smashed on red wine. They were worth the wait.
I do have one regret, and it is just missing seeing Jeff Buckley when he toured my local town. I was busy, and apparently missed the most amazing display of vocal prowess and musicianship. To this day the beauty of that man’s voice just blows me away. And suddenly he was dead – just before he peaked, and way before his time. But, at least the world still has his music, of which I believe will continue to touch people for many years to come.