I love going to concerts, be it local or foreign acts, as long as I have the means expect me to be there. There is something extremely thrilling and magical about seeing a singer or a band – especially if it’s your favorite one – owning and rocking the stage by singing songs that can evoke different emotions, remind you of someone or a memory, takes you to another place and time, or speak the words you can’t say.
There are no words to describe the experience of finding a good spot in the sea of people trooping to watch a rock show – screaming and jumping with fist in the air — or making your way to the reserved seat and seeing that you have a good view of the artist, singing along, anticipating the next song, clapping at the first few notes because that’s your favorite song being played right there.
At the start of 2015, I told myself that I am going to watch as many concerts as I could. It helps that my job allows me to watch concerts for free through invites but there are times when I do not mind shelling out my own money just to see an artist sing live, alongside, is the hope that a favorite song will be included in the set list.