Today was the day I had so anxiously awaited, August 21, 2014. The day of my first concert. The clothes I planned to wear laid out on my bed, selected weeks ago. Adjusting the tie dyed bandana that was secured around my frizzy brown hair, I checked the time again. My friends would be arriving soon, then we could go to the venue.
From the car we could see the long in forming outside of the venue. My hands started to shake, while heat rose to my face. There were so many people, and we hadn’t gotten our tickets yet. Sure we had ordered them online but I didn’t know what the pick up procedure was or if we were gonna get in. Hyperventilating, I expressed my concerns to my dad, who was chaperoning this excursion, and he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Walking around and chatting with people in line, were some of the band members that we were going to see later that night. A perk of going to small shows. Suddenly everyone's attention shifted to the five teenage boys standing nearby having what looked like a photo shoot. They were asking us for a
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My dad, who had found a side room to sit during the concert, emerged. He grunted a quiet “lets go girls Im tired”, tearing my eyes from the stage we slowly walked out of the room. The clock in the car read 11:30pm way past the time I would have usually gone to bed, but I was wired adrenaline still pumping through my body. Looking behind me I saw my friends slumped and unconscious. Watching the lights of the highway fly by I reflected on the night. It was better than I had expect, concerts well deserving of the hype. Something that I was nervous to do, and one of the best things I had ever done. Did I still shy away from talking to others or expressing how I felt? Of course, but did I feel more confident that it was something I could do? Yes, yes I did. Who knew 5 hours of music could make such a
It was New Year’s Eve. Often during so, the clubs and bars would be brimming with youth and underage teenagers waiting to count down to New Year’s Day. However, I spent my New Year’s Eve in the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. The sports arena was mostly crowded with middle aged adults and everyone was there not to watch a game, but to bid farewell to a legendary hair metal band, Mötley Crüe. The band’s career spanned three decades and they ended it all at the birthplace of hair metal - Los Angeles, California. I really enjoyed the show because even though the band has aged staggeringly, they managed to maintain the elements of a hair metal concert – face-melting guitar solos, pyrotechnics, female dancers in skimpy clothing, and to
On Tuesday, October 17, 2017, I attended a musical concert. This was the first time I had ever been to a concert and did not play. The concert was not what I expected. I assumed I was going to a symphony that featured a soloist clarinet; however, upon arrival I quickly realized that my previous assumptions were false. My experience was sort of a rollercoaster. One minute I was down and almost asleep; next I was laughing; then I was up and intrigued.
So we figured everything out and and figured that Alex Kramper, Tori Main, Trevor Waller, Kristen Kesler, and me were going to the concert, the next day we met at Alex’s house to all ride in the concert together in Trevor’s truck, it was a planned booze cruise through St.Louis. So I woke up early in the morning for the Saturday concert and did my chores early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to do them the next day all hungover. I finally finish all my chores and then take a shower and head out to Alex’s house dressed in rock concert material, with a Captain Morgan handle and a case of Stag.
We arrived at the concert around sun set. As we pulled up to the entrance, all I could see was a mass of humans. They scattered around the front of the building, some going in and coming out. In the middle of all the transportation devices there were a few men, in black suits, who pointed in different directions. They stopped groups of humans to allow the transportation devices by and vice versa. We now left our "car" with a group of other "cars" and made our way to the building. As we entered, we were told to form lines. At the end of these lines, we were greeted by a male human who patted each person, head to toe. He took a rectangle piece of material from our hands, and put a different piece of material around my wrist. After this we were ready to enter.
Music is a funny thing. I’ve listened to music all my life, thousands of songs, hundreds of artists. But only a few stick out; like my first real album (Tiffany’s self titled release. What ever happened to her?), or my first alternative album (the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Blood Sugar Sex Magik: I bought it on tape when I was 14 and listened to it so much that it wore out). Only one has become a part of who I am, the Dave Matthews Band’s Crash. Somewhere between its "So Much To Say" and "Proudest Monkey" my indifferent hearing turned into awareness, and I stopped listening with just my ears and started listening with my heart.
It was a cold November night in Virginia. The football game had just ended at Liberty University, and it was time for the concert. I had listened to NEEDTOBREATHE all my life but only really on the Christian radio stations. However, they were definitely one of my favorite Christian bands. The only other performing artist who I knew at the concert was Mat Kearney, but the other two bands, Welshly Arms and Parachute, I had never even heard of before. Even though I had listened to the other two bands, I didn’t really know much about any of them except for what their music was like. It was almost a coincidence getting to see them. I was visiting the university in search for answers to my further academic pursuits, and the university just happened
Once I let my thoughts return to the music, I knew what lie ahead of me. I tapped the nearest "big guy" on the shoulder and pointed towards the ceiling; the universal signal on the concert floor. He nodded, grabbed my foot, and pushed me on top of the crowd. Once I was up there was no turning back. Soon strong hands were surfing me towards the stage. I had the best view in the house and reveled in the moment. I was fueled by an adrenaline rush that was only heightened by the fusion of the music and the energy of the crowd.
The day started off pretty normal, well, besides the fact that we had all stayed in a house with nothing but an old Nintendo system and a couple of lawn chairs. We went to breakfast at Denny's, after which we made our way to Denver, the site of the day's big event. On our way to my cousin's apartment, we drove by the multi million-dollar complex. It had a huge billboard that said "Summer Sanitarium." To my surprise, I kind of got a nervous feeling. Why? I do not know. We proceeded to my cousin's apartment where the entire group conglomerated in preparation of the concert. We had a large group of people that consisted of Carter, Josh, Seth, Sam and his two brothers, Tim, Kim, Eric, my brother me and. While waiting for the right time to arrive at the event, we had the radio turned to a station that was playing Metallica in honor of their presence in Denver.
One of the most memorable experiences of my life was my 18th birthday. I was a senior in high school and I skipped my last class to go to San Francisco to see a heavy metal concert with my older brother. After arriving in town, we found parking and stood in line for the venue to open. The line for the venue grew in number as we arrived, as soon as the doors opened, the line had become a mob that stretched around the block, dressed in dark clothes, men and women, some wearing denim vests covered in patches and others with shirts depicting dark monsters and unreadable fonts of band names. The mob slowly pushed its way into the building, an old concert hall with the smell of dust and age in a corner of old San Francisco.
As the sound waves carried the words off stage and into my ears, I became comfortable for the first time in my life. My fears of vast crowds and booming noises seemed to whittle away as the venue filled with lyrics. The night I saw Florence and the Machine on stage was not only the starting point for my love of music, but also the beginning of my journey understanding who I was. Fourteen. Fourteen was the amount of times that I had been stepped on by the stranger next to me.
On Sunday, October 30th, 2016, I attended a rock concert preformed by a band called The Fray. They preformed in Austin, Texas, at ACL Live at the Moody Theater. I have been a fan of their music since I was about twelve years old and have always wanted to attend one of their concerts. Since I found myself in “the music capital of the world” for college, I decided this would be the perfect time to see one of my favorite bands preform in person. I purchased a relatively expensive ticket to attend this event, and got excited to see The Fray’s concert.
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.
When planning for the choral program in schools, a conductor should consider the following: concert planning, school schedules, courses that conductor wants to offer, budget, number of voice parts, auditioning voice parts, and the overall process of working with adolescents. The first factor the conductor must look at when planning trying to decide when a concert can be planned. For example, all concert dates should be planned in advance. The Director needs check with the community, all-school calendars, school sporting events and state tests to make sure there are no conflicts when scheduling for their school concert. The master schedule must be looked at, for example, the number of periods in a schedule, either four, six, seven, or eight periods.
Then audience members who were perfect strangers who were screaming loudest would turn to each other with knowing glances and smile because they were sharing the same excitement and connecting with one another over their love of this man’s music. There was no pushing or shoving to get closer to the stage – it wasn’t that kind of crowd. Instead, there was mutual respect for one another’s space within the confines of the too-small venue. Nobody wanted to be the person who ruined it for someone else. It was this respect that made the audience members’ connections with one another that much stronger – we were all here to listen to this wonderful man’s music and see his performance – and, of course, we were here to enjoy it.