“You’re pretentious, this club sucks, I have beef, let’s do it.”

It’s time for a “come to Jesus” talk…

Do you know what I love about a good show?  Getting lost in it.  A good concert can be a respite from a hectic work week and daily stresses.  A great show seems to solve all your problems for you!  Having boyfriend drama, lonely, unsure about your place in this ever expanding universe, feeling overwhelmed at work?  Get thee to a concert!!

We Are Scientists/Paws came through town last week and I had been really excited about the show in the weeks leading up to it, but when the day came I found myself trying to talk myself out of it.  I was tired, I had to be at work early the next day, whatever.  (An inner monologue I find my 30-year old self having a lot these days).  Fortunately cooler heads prevailed and I quickly found myself forgetting why I had whined about going out in the first place.

I had been hearing a lot of good things about opener Paws for a while.  A low-fi, melodic, garage punk band from Scotland and these 3 gents did NOT disappoint.

Paws was exactly what I needed to pull myself out of the mid week-funk I had fallen into.  All youth and chaos, kinetic energy and frantic guitars.  How do you stand still and check facebook with the likes of these kids careening around the stage urging you to FEEL something?!! But as I looked around all I saw was the soft glow of cell phone screens illuminating the uninterested faces of this under attended show.  The band is relegated to asking the crowd to move closer/to move at all/to show some signs of life!  I feel bad for the guys, they are working so hard for the thankless Dallas crowd, and this is where my beef begins.

It’s been said (many times, many ways) we are all too addicted to screens, we no longer understand empathy or remember how to interact with other humans.  We are all too worried that we are missing out on something, worried that if we don’t check in to wherever we are people won’t know how fun and exciting our lives are.

So here goes… Dear America, set down your cell phones, turn off your worries and cares and lay your problems down at the feet of the music. (Don’t worry, you can have them back at the end of the show).  Don’t think about trying to look cool or impress strangers.  Don’t worry about your dancing being less than impressive.  Don’t think about how you’d better “like” those pictures of your friend’s baby before she gets mad at you.

Lay it down.  Let go.  Have some fun.

Going to shows used to be a community event, hanging out in a room with a bunch of people who share at least one common interest.  Now-a-days even the fans of the bands are critics, looking for any misstep to harp on and debate about after the show.  Whatever happened to being fans, to liking something just for the sheer joy it brought you?

Can we all make a pact?  Can we all promise to at lest try? Try to be present, try to look for the good, try to dust off the negative and accentuate the positive, try to be fans first instead of critics?  Life is hard and there’s barely any rest from your problems.  Let the music take care of that for you!

 

…This show ended up being so fun that we followed the bands to Austin the next night.  In the wake of these two shows I’ve taken upon a little personal quest.  There’s so many things we can find wrong with the world and our situations, let’s try our darndest to find what’s right.  Seek out moments of happiness and don’t let them go.  So I’m working on finding ways of not letting the monotony of everyday life pull me down, ways to let the music take over and have sone fun!

 

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