Today was the day I had so anxiously awaited, August 21, 2014. The day of my first concert. The clothes I planned to wear laid out on my bed, selected weeks ago. Adjusting the tie dyed bandana that was secured around my frizzy brown hair, I checked the time again. My friends would be arriving soon, then we could go to the venue.
From the car we could see the long in forming outside of the venue. My hands started to shake, while heat rose to my face. There were so many people, and we hadn’t gotten our tickets yet. Sure we had ordered them online but I didn’t know what the pick up procedure was or if we were gonna get in. Hyperventilating, I expressed my concerns to my dad, who was chaperoning this excursion, and he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Walking around and chatting with people in line, were some of the band members that we were going to see later that night. A perk of going to small shows. Suddenly everyone's attention shifted to the five teenage boys standing nearby having what looked like a photo shoot. They were asking us for a
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My dad, who had found a side room to sit during the concert, emerged. He grunted a quiet “lets go girls Im tired”, tearing my eyes from the stage we slowly walked out of the room. The clock in the car read 11:30pm way past the time I would have usually gone to bed, but I was wired adrenaline still pumping through my body. Looking behind me I saw my friends slumped and unconscious. Watching the lights of the highway fly by I reflected on the night. It was better than I had expect, concerts well deserving of the hype. Something that I was nervous to do, and one of the best things I had ever done. Did I still shy away from talking to others or expressing how I felt? Of course, but did I feel more confident that it was something I could do? Yes, yes I did. Who knew 5 hours of music could make such a
Jazz is a music genre that is very rich in culture which is why I decided to attend a Jazz concert. This was my first Jazz event I had ever been to. I went to see the band The Chairman and the Board. This was a blues swing band. Having been to other concerts, I was expecting something similar as far as atmosphere and crowd. I was proved very wrong as this concert defied all my expectations and was in a whole different field as far as life entertainment goes. The first thing I noticed right off the bat was the audience. The age range of this audience was mainly 40-70. I definitely felt like the odd man out when I was there. It did get me thinking though, why was this audience so much older? I looked into the era of when most of those people
So we figured everything out and and figured that Alex Kramper, Tori Main, Trevor Waller, Kristen Kesler, and me were going to the concert, the next day we met at Alex’s house to all ride in the concert together in Trevor’s truck, it was a planned booze cruise through St.Louis. So I woke up early in the morning for the Saturday concert and did my chores early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to do them the next day all hungover. I finally finish all my chores and then take a shower and head out to Alex’s house dressed in rock concert material, with a Captain Morgan handle and a case of Stag.
We arrived at the concert around sun set. As we pulled up to the entrance, all I could see was a mass of humans. They scattered around the front of the building, some going in and coming out. In the middle of all the transportation devices there were a few men, in black suits, who pointed in different directions. They stopped groups of humans to allow the transportation devices by and vice versa. We now left our "car" with a group of other "cars" and made our way to the building. As we entered, we were told to form lines. At the end of these lines, we were greeted by a male human who patted each person, head to toe. He took a rectangle piece of material from our hands, and put a different piece of material around my wrist. After this we were ready to enter.
Music is a funny thing. I’ve listened to music all my life, thousands of songs, hundreds of artists. But only a few stick out; like my first real album (Tiffany’s self titled release. What ever happened to her?), or my first alternative album (the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Blood Sugar Sex Magik: I bought it on tape when I was 14 and listened to it so much that it wore out). Only one has become a part of who I am, the Dave Matthews Band’s Crash. Somewhere between its "So Much To Say" and "Proudest Monkey" my indifferent hearing turned into awareness, and I stopped listening with just my ears and started listening with my heart.
In the year 2011, Rigby High School’s Concert Band was coming to the close of another great concert. They were getting to a very dramatic part of the song Ave Maria, and during a break in the melodies, a sharp baby cry was heard throughout the auditorium, followed by a loud yell from a parent. The rest of the concert was a disaster, with conversation and talking heard in the recording. In fact, Rigby has not once gotten a clean recording without conversation and noises in the concerts. People unfortunately do not understand how to behave during concerts of any type. With some concerts and performances, it is ok to vocalize, but concert band is not one of them. To help explain this, concert band will be compared to jazz band in its origins, type, and expectations to show why this type of behavior is unacceptable.
On Tuesday, October 17, 2017, I attended a musical concert. This was the first time I had ever been to a concert and did not play. The concert was not what I expected. I assumed I was going to a symphony that featured a soloist clarinet; however, upon arrival I quickly realized that my previous assumptions were false. My experience was sort of a rollercoaster. One minute I was down and almost asleep; next I was laughing; then I was up and intrigued.
It was a cold November night in Virginia. The football game had just ended at Liberty University, and it was time for the concert. I had listened to NEEDTOBREATHE all my life but only really on the Christian radio stations. However, they were definitely one of my favorite Christian bands. The only other performing artist who I knew at the concert was Mat Kearney, but the other two bands, Welshly Arms and Parachute, I had never even heard of before. Even though I had listened to the other two bands, I didn’t really know much about any of them except for what their music was like. It was almost a coincidence getting to see them. I was visiting the university in search for answers to my further academic pursuits, and the university just happened
The rush and thrill of rock music is an indescribable and legal drug. It is meant to enhance or momentarily consume an individual. Playing on stage, getting involved in the audience or listening to music in your own environment are ways to experience the power of music. Bloom’s conclusion on the ecstasy that rock music creates is partially true depending on how the artist can return to reality after the thrill.
When planning for the choral program in schools, a conductor should consider the following: concert planning, school schedules, courses that conductor wants to offer, budget, number of voice parts, auditioning voice parts, and the overall process of working with adolescents. The first factor the conductor must look at when planning trying to decide when a concert can be planned. For example, all concert dates should be planned in advance. The Director needs check with the community, all-school calendars, school sporting events and state tests to make sure there are no conflicts when scheduling for their school concert. The master schedule must be looked at, for example, the number of periods in a schedule, either four, six, seven, or eight periods.
One of the most memorable experiences of my life was my 18th birthday. I was a senior in high school and I skipped my last class to go to San Francisco to see a heavy metal concert with my older brother. After arriving in town, we found parking and stood in line for the venue to open. The line for the venue grew in number as we arrived, as soon as the doors opened, the line had become a mob that stretched around the block, dressed in dark clothes, men and women, some wearing denim vests covered in patches and others with shirts depicting dark monsters and unreadable fonts of band names. The mob slowly pushed its way into the building, an old concert hall with the smell of dust and age in a corner of old San Francisco.
On Sunday, October 30th, 2016, I attended a rock concert preformed by a band called The Fray. They preformed in Austin, Texas, at ACL Live at the Moody Theater. I have been a fan of their music since I was about twelve years old and have always wanted to attend one of their concerts. Since I found myself in “the music capital of the world” for college, I decided this would be the perfect time to see one of my favorite bands preform in person. I purchased a relatively expensive ticket to attend this event, and got excited to see The Fray’s concert.
As the sound waves carried the words off stage and into my ears, I became comfortable for the first time in my life. My fears of vast crowds and booming noises seemed to whittle away as the venue filled with lyrics. The night I saw Florence and the Machine on stage was not only the starting point for my love of music, but also the beginning of my journey understanding who I was. Fourteen. Fourteen was the amount of times that I had been stepped on by the stranger next to me.
Without warning, the lights went dark. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline went through the roof. The time had finally come that I would get to see and hear my first live concert.
There is an event that I just can describe as one of the most unique and memorable in my life: attending my first concert. After years of listening to Ron Pope’s music, watching his YouTube channel, and following all of his social media accounts, the satisfaction of seeing someone whose music has been the soundtrack to my life for so long was unreal. There were moments that I had to internally remind myself that this is, in fact, happening in real life. Being a dedicated (some may say eccentrically so) fan is tough work – and I was rewarded with two hours of pure magic for one night. Attending my first concert was a unique event that I will always remember fondly because of the atmosphere, the amazing performance and the sense of connection