Concerts

I love concerts. I went to my first concert back in 1996. I was 7-years-old then and the headlining performer was none other than blues legend, B.B. King. After enjoying the live music of other greats like Kenny Wayne Shephard and Aaron Neville and the Neville Brothers, B.B. took the stage. I remember hearing him play a few notes then announcing "I'm B.B. King and this is my guitar, Lucille!" before I crashed and slept through the rest of his performance. Since then my attention span and ability to stay up late have improved and I've been to countless more concerts. Last night I saw Tegan and Sara for the second time and with each concert my love for live music is reignited. I can't get enough.

There are few things I love more than the feeling of the bass beating in my chest harder than my own heart. The lights dim, the crowd screams, the speakers boom, and music becomes your life force.