Life In The Cheap Seats

I love live music. I’ve been going to concerts for literally decades now. Summer is best, all the out door venues are open and there is something magical about sitting under the stars listening to your favorite bands play their music to you. Well…you and 9,999 of their other fans, but you get the idea.

I always get the lawn seats. My friends make fun of me becasue I’m an old chick and I could afford a more focused concert schedule and better seating if I wanted to. But I don’t. I love lawn seats.

People on the lawn are a mob of personalities and fun. You can people watch and listen in on the most interesting conversations. I live in the south, which means I’m expected to jump in and join those conversations with any relevant (or irrelevant) piece of advice I have to offer.

If you stand just so, the wind will bring you the scent of my youth — the sweet second hand smoke smell of weed — it hangs like a mist over the lawn crowd and reminds even those of us who don’t partake of chiller times.

On the lawn you can move and dance, in fact, it’s required. If people on the lawn are sitting down you know the song is ‘off our new album’ and if they’re laying down on their blankets, there’s some serious drunk sex about to happen. Otherwise it is ON! People dancing, beach balls bouncing around, light sticks glowing, a sea of humanity paying tribute to the God that is rock and roll.

I’ve paid the bucks on occassion to sit in the ‘good’ seats. I’ve nearly always been disappointed. I remember at a Pretenders/Stevie Nicks event the very drunk chicks behind me talked through the entire Pretenders set. I sshhed them twice. But when they were still talking as Stevie broke out Landslide, I turned and said — Will you please just shut the fuck up? Karma caught up with them shortly thereafter and two out of three spent the rest of the night puking in the ladies room. But on the lawn, I could have simply moved. The beauty of the lawn seats. And I wouldn’t have sat there thinking, ‘I paid $120 for this?? To discipline middle aged women who can’t hold their booze?’ (See you can’t really take me out in public — Sagittarius. That brutally honest thing. I will call you on being a public nusance in my space.)

And there in lies the most important point of lawn seats. They are reasonably priced. Sure I can afford the ‘good’ seats, but I can afford more lawn seats. Ergo, more concerts. I went to two concerts this week alone. And why would I chose to deprive myself of that?

I was listening to music with a friend and with each song that came on Pandora he asked if I had seen that band perform (knowing my passion for live music). It took about 12 songs or so before the answer was no. Sorry Billy Joel, keep touring and I’ll get there!!!

Life is short. Buy the concert tickets.

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