Another festival season is damn near over. Color me crushed. And exhausted.
Summer’s end always makes me sad but as much as I hate to admit it, hopeful.
Don’t tell anyone I have a reputation to maintain.
By the end of summer, I’m fucking tired. I need Fall and as much as I even further hate to admit- Winter. I need a goddamn break after all the lakeside bike rides, the sweaty street festivals, and the weekend-long treks back and forth to a festival.
I need an excuse to lay in sweatpants and watch Netflix.
It seems like an odd time to start a series about festivals and concerts perhaps.
Sure, the concerts still rage on in the winter. Winter shows just have a different flavor. The wardrobe, footwear, and venues change but the music still goes on despite the notorious Chicago Winter.
The cold weather brings a time of forced reflection. A time to reflect and not be distracted by the warm day and the sunny breeze. A time to reflect on all that I love about a good show, what I adore about squeezing through a crowd to stand with a bunch of strangers just so I can be that much closer to the band. Yes, I also will bitch about what I hate and life rules I just wish people would abide by. My rules.
If people would just follow my rules but like in a no-rule loving way that just simply included some damn common decency as I see fit.
Perhaps this entry will be the first in a series about me bitching about what I wish people knew at shows, perhaps some helpful advice. I’m not quite sure where this will all go honestly. Let me pretend to be wise and all knowing and use my concert knowledge for good not evil.
Ok, some evil but good evil, fun evil.
Full disclosure: Here I am bitching about winter and festival season being over. I am heading out to Riot Festival this weekend to put a nice little finish to all my summer shows. I refuse to admit summers over until after Riot Fest.