Reading this touched me so much that I had to tell my Betsy back home just how special our friendship has been all these years because she my concert going friend. I just realized that I feel exactly the same way as the writer, so free -not caring what I look like. Especially now that I am much older than most concert goiers, I'm right there with her, jumping, singing, screaming etc. I'm 4’9” and all my friends tower over me. My skin is old and jiggly but immersed in the music I'm feeling the drum beat in my chest, not thinking about how bad I'm going to hurt the next day.
It's embarrassing to realize that I still care about what I look like even at home in front of my own husband. I can't even relax around him 40 years later!! Sad.
You absolutely captured the euphoria and ecstasy of concert energy, Athena - so many concerts, so much scream-singing. ;)
Reading this touched me so much that I had to tell my Betsy back home just how special our friendship has been all these years because she my concert going friend. I just realized that I feel exactly the same way as the writer, so free -not caring what I look like. Especially now that I am much older than most concert goiers, I'm right there with her, jumping, singing, screaming etc. I'm 4’9” and all my friends tower over me. My skin is old and jiggly but immersed in the music I'm feeling the drum beat in my chest, not thinking about how bad I'm going to hurt the next day.
It's embarrassing to realize that I still care about what I look like even at home in front of my own husband. I can't even relax around him 40 years later!! Sad.