I love my music and I love the buzz of going to see live bands. Admittedly I don't generally get to 'see' much due to my 5'4 height status but if I stand on my tiptoes occasionally I catch sight of the microphone or the tall guy at the front jumping up and down.
There should be a height sequence at gigs - all shorties to the front and tallies to the back. Its the same as being at the cinema, you find yourself a good spot where you can see perfectly and then some 6'4 fella comes and stands in front of you. He's always the guy that dances around like a maniac too and sweats from the second the music starts. At least you can't eat popcorn in a concert.
The venue for this gig is a popular one for bands in Nottingham, I've been watching bands play there for about 11 or 12 years and in that time I don't think its been re-painted once. Its run down to say the least but then I guess your not looking at the decor when you've gone to watch your favourite band play. The walls are painted black and you stick to the floor the second you walk through the door - too many cans of Red Stripe lager spilt over the years!
To say how black the walls are though the people in there are colourful. There's every type of band 'geek' imaginable. The dreadlocks, the punks, the uber cool, the 'indie' boys with the same spiky haircuts and skinny jeans and then theres the 'concert virgins' who look like their about to go to dinner with their in laws!
You spend the night getting soaked in sweat and lager - yours and other peoples, you get pushed from pillar to post, you stretch every muscle in your body to see the stage and you always have one person stood next to you that sings along loudly so you can't hear the singer. But I love it - that second the band starts playing and you just lose yourself in the music, its like being on the dance floor and hearing your favourite ever tune only 100% better. Your in a room full of people who love the band too - a kind of mutual appreciation and when its all over and you've clapped and whooped (i must work on my whoop by the way - its a bit girly) until your hands and throat sting, you stumble into the daylight with ringing ears and a broad smile.
Not ever managed to blag a back stage pass as of yet but watch this space - and Miss Fish if your reading this - we need to meet at least one band before we turn 30!!!
I'll keep you posted!!!!
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