I've gone to many concerts in my life.
James Taylor. I was almost two years old. I have no memory of the night, but hearing 'Sweet Baby James' always feels like the memory of my second home, where I lived from ages 2-6. I imagine my dad playing guitar in his den as I sit in my nightgown with my stuffed bear, who's now so worn out you can see right through her stuffing, or the sun setting as I'm running in circles in our big, green, perfect backyard with my little sister, Riley.
High School Musical. I went with my three bestest friends of the time (you can find a few more stories about the Fab Four ™ on this blog post). We ate at a strange Asian cuisine restaurant beforehand and then watched Sharpay slay us right before our eyes from the upper side of the stage. We danced and sang along gleefully as our mothers tried to keep happy smiles on their faces while listening to a bunch of bops from the movie my entire generation was raised on.
Kenny Chesney. Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of country music. The only time it fits into my life is during the summertime when I'm surrounded by my family. But, I was raised on Kenny Chesney. So July 7th, 2007, was a pleasant summer evening, and the CenturyLink Stadium was filled with people holding beer bottles and dressed in cowboy hats. My dad had me on his shoulders most of the show. I wore my prettiest white dress and gripped the biggest sunflower I could pick from our big, green, perfect backyard, hoping to throw the yellow petals onstage after the show. However, Kenny seemed to have a different idea--he whipped around the stage and pointed to me, and my dad gently placed me on the stage. I cautiously walked my way over to him in front of thousands of people, shaking. My view of the audience was nothing but a sea of lights from video cameras, until Kenny pulled me into a hug, kissed my forehead, and handed me a signed guitar in exchange for my sunflower. Even though being on stage was a bit terrifying, I knew it felt right.
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| Kenny kissing my forehead feat. my sick pink crocs |
American Idol (Season 10). I was so committed to American Idol in 2011, so my grandma and my mom believed it would be fun to take me to their show. I looked at Pia Toscano, Stefano Langone, Haley Reinhart, and Lauren Alaina with the biggest heart eyes, and couldn't have possibly enjoyed the flashing green strobe lights any more than I had.
Digitour Jack & Jack (please understand that thirteen year old me was obsessed with Magcon for reasons I still don't fully understand). I went with my friend Nina, but we met up with other people from our school while we were in line. It was my first G.A. experience (at the Complex of all places), and I was absolutely freaking out when I saw Gilinsky and Johnson for the first time (I also saw many of the other boys on the tour that I adored). Nina and I somehow ended the night being front and center, inches away from the Jacks. The body guards provided water, and most of it ended up down my shirt. But, even though Magcon is dead, all of Jack & Jack's early songs still have a special place in my heart.
Digitour Jack & Jack (please understand that thirteen year old me was obsessed with Magcon for reasons I still don't fully understand). I went with my friend Nina, but we met up with other people from our school while we were in line. It was my first G.A. experience (at the Complex of all places), and I was absolutely freaking out when I saw Gilinsky and Johnson for the first time (I also saw many of the other boys on the tour that I adored). Nina and I somehow ended the night being front and center, inches away from the Jacks. The body guards provided water, and most of it ended up down my shirt. But, even though Magcon is dead, all of Jack & Jack's early songs still have a special place in my heart.
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