I remember vaguely, my stomach shaking and lips quivering. I wanted to be there and I wanted to stay there, but, in my head, something was wrong. My surroundings, the voices, and the environment just didn’t feel right to me. The place I had arrived at was where I had been hoping to go, for years, yet being there brought a different type of emotion to my mind. My assumed feeling was happiness and joy, but in the instance that I was there, anxiety and fear flooded through my mind. I couldn’t find any valid reasons as to why I was feeling this way. After all, I was only attending a concert. On March 11, 2016, I was to be going to a concert starring Frank Sinatra Jr. It was the most thrilling news I had heard in awhile. My father and I had purchased the tickets months in advance. Almost immediately after our ticket purchase was confirmed, I started to prepare my attire for the special night. Everything had to be exquisite. There was no way I was going to show up to a concert starring Frank Sinatra Jr and not wear something nice. Each day I would take a look at the outfit chosen and change something about it. Not only was I apprehensive about my dress, but I was also determined to stay …show more content…
I thought everything was perfect, just as I wanted it. When we arrived at the Sunrise Theatre, I was nervous, but beyond excited to be there. During the concert I was having a fantastic time, I couldn’t ask for anything more. Although the audience was having fun, the performer seemed to be slightly exhausted, granted he was seventy-two years old. After I heard him cough, things didn’t seem right to me. I then became concerned that my worst fear, of watching someone I love die, would come true. I didn’t want Frank Sinatra Jr to become a thing of the past. I needed to calm myself down so, during the intermission I was able to take a few deep breaths tell myself, “Everything is going to be
A couple of months ago, I went to a concert up in Denver. The band that played was called dada. They are a three-man pop rock band that have been playing since their first album was released in 1992. The band has a small following, but the amphitheater still was still quite full by the time the band started playing. Before this concert, I had been to a couple others in the past with bands of a similar type playing in a similar setting to that of the amphitheater I found myself in a couple of months ago. After going to the dada concert, I noticed there was an interesting pattern of where different people sat or stood at these concerts. This pattern divided people up by their social rank, age, and class. There were three different areas to this pattern: the people standing in the front at the stage, the people standing in the middle of the theater, and the people sitting in the back.
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.
The anticipation of this day had been building up for some time over that last few months, and now it was upon me at last. I didn’t feel the same excitement I had leading up to this moment, I even kind of grumbled to myself about how I wished the bus was bigger so that I would be more comfortable. We all had our assigned seats, but no one seemed to be where they were supposed to be. The anxiousness of getting to Colorado was causing a great deal of confusion, chaos, and stress. The noise of everyone carrying on and yelling could be compared to the way a screaming crowed sounds at an AC/DC concert.
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.
The Voice, 'Ol' Blue Eyes', Swoonatra, La Voz, and Chairman of the Board. These were all sobriquets of the infamous Frank Sinatra. However, one of Sinatra's earliest and possibly most well-known nicknames was The Voice. A title such as The Voice is more than just a name that sounds cool and sensual. It promises something flawless about his singing style, signifying you could select one song, or perhaps even an album, as representative of Frank Sinatra. However, Sinatra had a multitude of styles over his five decade career, so to call him the voice could potentially be doing an injustice, perhaps a more accurate description would be The Voices.
Musical performance anxiety (MPA) is a deleterious phenomenon that affects musicians of all ages and performance abilities. There are a number of musicians who experience great joy and exhilaration when performing, but for other musicians, performing can elicit feelings of dread, terror, or fright. In many cases, MPA can be so severe that symptoms noticeably disrupt performances, or end careers.
I looked online at the concert and realized that these venues are very gaudy and required that you dress appropriately for them. As I arrived at the concert hall, I was surrounded by nicely dressed men and beautifully dressed women—most of them were elderly couples. Hundreds and hundreds of us viewers took our seat in the palace of
The images of this sweet memory are, sadly, but figments of my imagination. On that day, as my sister Lauren crossed the stage to begin a new chapter in her life, I lay at home, ill in bed....
Musical concerts are undoubtedly an incredible opportunity to experience a great aesthetic pleasure by listening to the musicians perform in front of your eyes. The power of music can hardly be overestimated – it can transfer a number of messages, thoughts and feelings through the performed sounds. Therefore the one can comprehend the music in the best possible way only when it is heard live. Musical concerts are often revelatory and highly impressive experiences to me. This essay thereby aims to provide my reflections and impressions of the concert of Gregory Porter & the Metropole Orchestra which I had the opportunity to attend in Nashville, TN.
What comes to mind when you hear Rock ‘n’ Roll? It is the upbeat tempo with drums beating a harmonic tune, the electrifying sound of guitars and of course the singers, making music that connects to your emotions.
... there. A woman next to me was holding her new born baby as she was listening to the play, and that baby, who was initially sleeping woke up with a smile on his/her face. The little boy was hitting those notes perfectly, and involuntary of myself, my eyes closed, and I was sucked up in the song. It was as if I stopped listening to the song, and instead the song itself was touching me. I automatically pictured that small light in the dark that shines proudly from miles away. As the boy was hitting the last note, I slowly opened my eyes, and notice that it was not such a bad day after all. I could see the hidden beauty of autumn days which was only the reflection of my own soul, which in turn, had been transcended in to a heavenly world. The boy was looking at us like an angel who just accomplished his ultimate goal; that is to make people happy, and erase their fears.
The months preceding and following this specific family trip, were filled with various milestones which prohibited much bonding: my mother’s diagnosis of lung cancer, my older sister’s wedding day, and my senior year preparation. If it wasn’t for our last hurrah, we may not have been able to successfully sit the needed amount of time aside for family bonding. My sister and I, avid Twenty One Pilots fans, wanted to hit up one of their shows in Colorado. Partnered with a handful of other thoroughly enjoyable bands, Twenty One Pilots were guaranteed to put on the concert of the year.
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.
It’s about 7:45 P.M. April 15, 2015. Jasmine is calling my name asking if I’m ready to go. As I’m trying to put all the loose ends together, I think I’m ready. My hair is done in a curly up do with a thin white braided hair band, makeup rushed but it will do, and I’m wearing a knee length white dress. Just a simple white dress, form fitting, made from a linen type of material. My stomach is turning and twisting. As my mind is racing we make way to the park. Jasmine seems to be more eager than I am. As we arrive to the park my legs are a trembling mess. I feel like my mind is in a state of chaos. As I feel my chest pumping harder and harder, it feels tighter and tighter. This day will mark a very important day for the rest of my life. Today is the day I marry my husband. On this day my family becomes one.