Feeling Blue

Ok, so I know I sound like a broken record, but I really miss concerts.  My facebook news feed is filled with updates as my friends kick off the spring/summer concert season.  I have to admit, I'm a wicked shade of an envious green.  Of course, I'm happy for them, buuut...I wish I was partaking in the action, even just a little bit. 

I am trying to be positive though.  I really am.  I mean, come on.  I'm in my mid-twenties.  I have a lifetime of concerts waiting for me.  The bands that I'm missing this year, I will see, eventually.  Things will take a turn for the better, and I know I can get that little piece of myself back.  I know it might sound a little weird to value these things so much, but this is how I get my kicks.  I feel so alive at a show.  The whole experience is one big thrill ride.  The excitement as you're driving to the gig, blaring the same band you're about to see on your speakers the whole way there.  That feeling when you step inside the venue and take your spot.  The rush that comes the instant the lights go down.  Then when the music starts, absolutely nothing else exists in the world. 

But like I said, I know things suck right now, but this is far from the end of my life (I hope.  Hint hint, God).  All these shows that I'm sad about missing, those bands will keep touring.  They'll come back around, and circumstances will be better for me.  Then I'll forget all about that time that I missed so-and-so. 

Last Friday, I read that one of my favorites (Company of Thieves) was playing an acoustic set at the Disc Exchange back home in Knoxville.  I literally cried when I read that update.  But one and can only wallow in self-pity for so long before you're forced to kick your own ass back into a better mindset.  There are lots of great shows in my future.  I'll be there before I know it.