I have lost my savings account to my addiction to concerts. The tickets, the merch, the gas, the flights (yes, I flew to Ohio to see a show and last night, the show was all the way in Des Moines, IA).

I have lost friends to my addiction to concerts. They got sick of me never being able to do anything because I was always going to shows instead of drinking at the bars with them.

I lost my last boyfriend to my addiction to concerts. He told me I had to choose him or my concerts… I chose the concerts.

Last night made all of that okay.

I thought about what to write on this blog during the four hour drive back home today. I couldn’t think of much. I can not put last night into words.

When a show gives you goosebumps and makes your eyes swell up in tears, that’s a damn good show.

I used to dream of the day I would get to see Brand New live in concert. That day came yesterday and I will never forget it.

Music will take you back to wherever you were when you heard it. I played Brand New’s albumĀ Deja Entendu on repeat for majority of my freshman year of high school. It helped me through some personal struggles that most would consider nightmares. The second the band took the stage, I was right back in high school. It was sensory overload. The smells, the taste, and the noise.

That’s what a show should do. It should take you back, remind you where you came from and show you where you’re going.

Some people have church, some people have therapists, I have nights like last night.


Circa Survive

Brand New

Sausage Fest Meter- Wasn’t Paying Attention

Crowd Surfers- Wasn’t Paying Attention

Broken Bones- Wasn’t Paying Attention

Drunkards Taken Out By Security- Wasn’t Paying Attention

Found in the Pit- Wasn’t Paying Attention