2007.
It's the year I rediscovered how much I love music, live music especially. I spent most of my college years hitting the local pub, seeing many a local and not so local anymore (oh, Bowling For Soup, how I miss you *sigh*), but for some reason, after that, I kind of lost touch with it. Graduating, working, moving to places that didn't really support a good local scene. Then in 2004 my brother asked me (again) to move to Tulsa, OK and I finally did. La, la, a few years pass, I go to dfest five months after I move here. I am happy, but I still don't make a concerted effort to seek out music.
Fast forward three years - AFI decides to stop here at the cain's, date: February 15, 2007.
the press of the bodies
the lights coming up
davey havok's face framed in the vee of the arms of the person before me
It's home.
We stumbled out of the venue and I remember distinctly saying/thinking/wanting this is going to be the summer of music. And now 11 months later, half my wardrobe is band t-shirts, I've got a shoe box full of ticket stubs and too many memories to count.
( see how it went from there )
So, yeah. That was my year.
Here's to 2008, I welcome you with open arms.
Next: Part II - Bandom & My Flist (or, Everything I Need to Know I Learned from Stalking Other People's LiveJournals)
It's the year I rediscovered how much I love music, live music especially. I spent most of my college years hitting the local pub, seeing many a local and not so local anymore (oh, Bowling For Soup, how I miss you *sigh*), but for some reason, after that, I kind of lost touch with it. Graduating, working, moving to places that didn't really support a good local scene. Then in 2004 my brother asked me (again) to move to Tulsa, OK and I finally did. La, la, a few years pass, I go to dfest five months after I move here. I am happy, but I still don't make a concerted effort to seek out music.
Fast forward three years - AFI decides to stop here at the cain's, date: February 15, 2007.
the press of the bodies
the lights coming up
davey havok's face framed in the vee of the arms of the person before me
It's home.
We stumbled out of the venue and I remember distinctly saying/thinking/wanting this is going to be the summer of music. And now 11 months later, half my wardrobe is band t-shirts, I've got a shoe box full of ticket stubs and too many memories to count.
( see how it went from there )
So, yeah. That was my year.
Here's to 2008, I welcome you with open arms.
Next: Part II - Bandom & My Flist (or, Everything I Need to Know I Learned from Stalking Other People's LiveJournals)