The First Time

You just discovered music a few years ago and you’re trying to figure out your type before you make any regrettable decisions. Which band is special enough? Will it be memorable? I hope I don’t walk out with PBR on my brand new white Adidas. There is something pure about your first concert and the associated questions you ask yourself before making a decision.

The summer between 7th and 8th grade, I went with my best friend and her family to drop off her older sister off at art camp. Her older sister was super cool (spoiler alert: she now dates a bald politician). She had a purple room when I had to beg my parents for years to paint mine light yellow. She had magazines I had never heard of haphazardly tossed onto shelves that were not necessary straight or symmetrical. My room had American Girl books on a fancy wood shelf/desk combo that matched my sleigh bed and my nightstands. She drove a used car named Manuel because everything in it was manual. I would carefully plot what three songs I would listen to on my Zune during the morning carpool.

But above all, she played the cello. Twelve year-old me thought that was rad, college graduate me is decidedly less sure about that opinion. When your sibling isn’t necessarily the coolest, sometimes you gotta live vicariously through your best friend’s sibling.

On the ride there, my best friend and I were talking about how excited we were to see Weezer the following month and how cool and experienced we would sound when we got to high school. Concerts? Yeah, we got to them all the time. Maybe we would even be able to give advice about them.

We arrived at the camp and looked around in awe and jealousy. There was a family dinner after everyone settled in to thank the parents for their help and to serve as a goodbye. The dinner consisted mostly of the art campers trying their hardest  to avoid eating dinner with their families, like most solid goodbyes.

The evening culminated with a surprise concert of a mediocre four piece jazz band. I spent the whole time thinking, noooooooo — does this count? I never expected my first time to be at art camp. Is having Kool-Aid on my shoes somehow worse than cheap beer? Will I be rewarded for sitting through this with dessert?

I am still not sure if that first time counted, but at minimum it was memorable

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12 thoughts on “The First Time

  1. :P Music is music – it’s about the experience more than anything. I love almost anything if it’s live, from music I can’t listen to usually (like reggae), to solo buskers. That being said, my first time was flying down to see A Perfect Circle in Brisbane… I almost got squished by all the massive metal heads, but it was still amazing.

  2. Ashley, for me I want something other than bands. Rock and roll is over for me. Bands are boring – there I said it. I may be the only person on the planet that has the courage to say I don’t want to hear another band, or another year of bands – there have been 60. This is one musician that want’s something so revolutionary that it is not a band – then musicians have to be creative, they can’t fit the mold. Rock has become everything it started out opposing IMO. It’s not exciting, it’s boring, it’s not new, it’s 60 years old, it’s not rebellious it’s music for ads, it’s just kind of bland.

    Rock and roll started out being exciting and worth saving. Not now. What’s to save? divas, boy bands, auto tuned voices, alt groups that rebel against low ticket prices?
    There is a new music that is exciting to me: *WOW, world open wide or Post-Bands Music- its 3 things, a revolution against what rock/rap/country/pop have become, its back to early rock and roll’s simple honesty, directness, and passion with an emphasis on melody and great SONGS, and it’s a music that includes all types of music from every place in the world.
    WOW music is not for most that’s for sure. It takes some courage to oppose bands and rock.”

  3. The first time is always special…even if you don’t remember which member of the band it was or where it happened…at least it was for me with the GoGos, when the lead guitarist threw me her pick.

  4. I’m thinking if there weren’t paper tickets then it wasn’t a concert.
    My first concerts were technically symphonies in that case.
    Hmm my first mosh put and crowd surfing were far more exciting. And…brutal.

  5. My first time was so memorable. My Dad got last minute tickets to see Sting at the Albert Hall. I was 11 and went because I was made to but it is a memory that will stick with me forever.

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