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I remember everything, just like it happened yesterday. It had always been my dream to go to a Justin Bieber Tour Concert. I remember getting a phone call on February,16th from my friend, Brooklynn. She asked me if I wanted to go to a Justin Bieber concert with her. I remember running outside, screaming at the top of my lungs, just being so excited to finally fulfill my dreams of going to see Justin Bieber perform. The concert was months away, and I couldn’t wait. We both did some research and found out all of the songs that would be playing, so that we could memorize them all. Then our tickets came in the mail. I couldn’t believe how close we were to the stage. The week before the concert Brooklynn, and I got together to design our shirts. The t shirts were purple. On the front we wrote We love you Justin, and on the back, Breanna Bieber with a pink heart. The night before the concert, all I did was sit in my room listening to Justins’ music.
The day had finally come, the day Brooklynn, and I would meet our idol. Brooklynn’s parents picked me up around 12:00, and we were off! Our concert was at the United Center in Chicago, Illinois. It started to seemed like it was taking so long to get there. Traffic was horrific, and it seemed like we were always making little pit stops. There was a car crash, so all off the traffic was backed up. We, our usual selves, became very antsy. We started to wave at every car that passed us. That’s when we met Julia. Julia looked like our age, and Brooklynn and I started talking to her out of the window. She also was going to the Justin Bieber concert. I sort of felt bad, because her seats were at the very top of the stadium. I’m sure it was hard for her too see.
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... of the whole concert were when he would stop and talk, I loved hearing him talk. I couldn’t help but bawl my eyes out when he started to sing One Less Lonely Girl, and when they brought a girl on stage. Justin told us it was the last song of the night, and after he performed Believe, he was gone. Nobody moved for the longest time, and then all of a sudden boom! He came back on as an encore. He sang two more songs, and then apologized that he had to leave. After we left the concert, on our way home, I got on Twitter, where he tweeted “Chicago always does it right! One of the best shows of the tour. I couldn’t stop smiling! Thank you beliebers. I love you!” I couldn’t tell you how many times I reread this tweet, or go through my pictures, and videos of this night. July 9th, will sure be a night to remember!
Life Lesson: Over time, your dreams will come true.
On Monday March 25, some members of the baseball team, my girlfriend, and I traveled to Murray State University to watch a concert performed by Nelly and the St. Lunatics. It was a terrible night to go anywhere because it was raining and storming the whole way, but there was nothing that was going to stop us from going to the concert. We where all so hyped up about it and couldn’t wait to head out. My brother, who attends Murray State, had gotten us excellent seats about seventy-five feet away from the stage.
...age and plugged up his guitar. He, then, went backstage and came back on with a music sheet stand in his hand. He set it down in front of his chair. I loved the beat and the rhythm of his song. It was loud and I could tell that he was singing, but was not loud enough for me to understand the words. He seemed to be playing the whole time with his eyes closed. Next, was Misty by Erroll Garner from the Golden Era ,being played by Jordan Felix on the guitar. It was nice and slow. The very last song was about four minutes long. It was Careless Whisper by George Michael, pop singer, being played by four people. Terrion Peete was on piano, Bryant Powell was on bass, Jillane Ostlund was vocals, and James Ostlund was percussion. This had to be my favorite act of the whole concert. It was nice and fast with a good rhythm. The lyrics were clear. The song was sung with passion.
I was in the car with my best friend Hannah with her sitting passenger and I was in the driver’s seat. We were talking and laughing, having a great time without a care in the world. My stereo was on and playing was my favorite CD: Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots. We were on our way to a friend’s house and couldn’t wait to get there. The traffic started to slow us down but we didn’t let that damper our mood.
The concert was on Easter Sunday. After church, we went to the Memorial. Suzie came too. I’d never seen so many people in one place; there must have been thousands of them. Everybody was all dressed up, serious, and polite. It was cold for April. I huddled in my
To some, December 6, 1969 may not hold any particular significance. To Rolling Stones front man Mick Jagger, however, it’s remembered as the day the sixties suffered a tragic death. Irrational bikers and terrified fans were not a part of Jagger’s vision when him and his bandmates organized a free concert at California’s Altamont Speedway. Despite incessant warnings that a concert of such a large magnitude was not the best idea, the Stones went ahead with it in light of criticism they’d received regarding their ticket prices being too high. They’d performed for overflow audiences without incident in major cities before, but this crowd of 300,000 was different. A total of four births and four deaths were the result of that evening, one of which was a homicide. The stabbing of Meredith Hunter by Hell’s Angel Alan Passaro happened to be captured on film, and is now the climax of the legendary rock n’ roll documentary Gimme Shelter. Larger cultural discourses shape the way non-fiction narratives are told, and the only entity larger than the notion of disaster within the film is the notion of Jagger as a celebrity. In the words of Amanda Howell, “Jagger's ‘double self’ literally takes center stage in Gimme Shelter. On the one hand, Jagger embodies the freedom, expressivity and hedonism of the countercultural movement, while on the other he appears adept in his relation to "straight" society.” In addition to this “double self,” Jagger can also be described as a commodity in the eyes of his adoring fans. What happened at Altamont was, in a sense, an explosion of tensions that had built up over the sixties; an explosion which Gimme Shelter depicts Mick Jagger to have been shielded from as a result of his three façades.
Overall, I was very impressed by the concert and I feel that the rest of the audience was also. The expectations for the members of the Chamber Orchestra are high and those were met but I feel that the expectations for the choral group were not as high. My expectations for the choir were not very high and they were immensely exceeded. The level of talent in that group was something that I was really not expecting at all. Emotionally, I was brought in by The Lord Nelson Mass and it was an interesting experience. Technically, I feel that everyone was flawless though I do not have a lot of experience in music. The type of music performed will never be my favorite; however, it is something that I can really appreciate.
Both times he did not disappoint so I entered the Rickshaw Stop with high expectations. I sat there patiently scanning the room until the show started. Examining the crowd has got to be one of the most interesting parts of attending concerts. Saying nothing, they immediately jump right into their first song. The setlist of all the bands for that night has currently escaped my mind.
Jumping forward to age twelve, I was in the beginning stages of developing the genres of music I actually picked on my own. As many preteens my age I had Bieber fever. Justin Bieber’s hit One Time was the song to shape my musical future, and it sounds kind of odd saying it now. The lyrics, the beat, and the melody all came together and it was like a light flipped in my head. I became a super fan pretty much overnight, and it kind of took my family by surprise because they were not use to that genre of music. I had posters all over my room of him, and my older sister hated it because we shared a
We all managed to make our way to the very front right by the stage. Janice Joplin was supposed to begin playing at 11:45 and after her The Who was supposed to come on. We mingled with everyone as we were waiting. Finally Janice and her band came on stage and yet again, the crowd was overcome with love and peace, swaying from side to side, it felt so natural. Everyone was just syncing together as if we were all one. I looked down at my watch and it was 5p.m., the bands had just finished so we were just walking around the festival. We sat by a campfire with about ten other people and before long it was beginning to get dark. Laura and I said our goodbyes to all of the friends we made at Woodstock and began to walk towards the exits heading home. I knew in that moment that this was a weekend I would forever remember, and I did. It was the most beautiful, memorable time of our lives, and it held so much love and peace without any judgment at all. Over those two days, we made many friends and great memories. Woodstock was unlike anything else I had ever been to or heard about and was lucky enough to have been able to witness
I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.
The months preceding and following this specific family trip, were filled with various milestones which prohibited much bonding: my mother’s diagnosis of lung cancer, my older sister’s wedding day, and my senior year preparation. If it wasn’t for our last hurrah, we may not have been able to successfully sit the needed amount of time aside for family bonding. My sister and I, avid Twenty One Pilots fans, wanted to hit up one of their shows in Colorado. Partnered with a handful of other thoroughly enjoyable bands, Twenty One Pilots were guaranteed to put on the concert of the year.
Without warning, the lights went dark. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline went through the roof. The time had finally come that I would get to see and hear my first live concert.
After the show had ended, I felt slightly empty. I had waited years and months for that night, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Although I was sad that the show was over, I felt completely content. Now, when I hear their songs, I get to remember what it felt like to hear the band perform them live. I can watch the videos and try to wrap my mind around how it was real. Going to my first concert was an unparalleled experience that I will always cherish. The ambiance, the band’s performance and the unity the audience
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
Though, I knew it wouldn’t be the same as a concert, I still intended it to be similar. To my surprise, it was a completely different atmosphere. Overall, I did enjoy it, but there were a few things I disliked. I wasn’t a fan that the majority of the songs performed by Anthony Lovano’s band had no words. I didn’t like this, because that is my favorite part about the concert; getting to sing along with the band. When only two songs had words, I was confused how the band could ever interact with the audience to build their reputation. This being said, that is the second part I disliked; lack of participation with the audience. A member of the band would announce the song being played, with few explaining the meaning behind it and then they’d perform. I disliked this because I always find it more entertaining to interact with the performers. I think it’s exciting when they let you sing part of the song, while they play the music or when they just talk to you about their day in between songs. Again, I have only ever gone to a concert before, so this is all I was able to base it off