Life is kicking my ass, but we haven’t had a New Music Tuesday in a while, and I could use one right about now.
Broadway - Atlantic City (12/31/08)
Can’t Let It Go - Detroit (3/7/07)
Iris - Detroit (3/7/07)
Did you figure out the theme?
I’m trying to decide what to do about New Years Eve in Detroit. When I first started thinking about all this, I thought my biggest concern was an issue of transportation and money and convenience. But I solved that all fairly easily, and it turns out that my real issue is actually something totally different. I want to be at this concert, and I want to have a good time, but I can’t deal with a repeat of last year. And the thing that’s so stupid and frustrating is that none of this has anything to do with the band. They sounded fantastic last year, and when they were onstage, everything in my world was perfect. But the hours (and hours and hours) leading up to the concert were something of a nightmare, and I’m not putting myself through that again. I’m not putting myself in a position to be belittled by strangers, or worse yet, by acquaintances. I cannot spend all day in line again, not if I’m going to be surrounded by rude, selfish people. Nothing is worth that. I mean, I love this band with every last bit of my heart, and I love going to a concert and being near the front, but I can’t endure someone else’s bullshit entitlement issues for twelve hours just for the opportunity to be close to the stage. If someone else wants to be the girl who tolerates all that tedium and disrespect, go ahead, because that girl ain’t gonna be me, not this time.
I want to go. I want to be in Detroit, and I want to see the show, and I want to meet up with friends and have a fun, relaxing, exciting vacation. I don’t want any of the stress of wondering who’s going to be the next person to snap at me and accuse me of something I didn’t do. Some people just take this shit too seriously, and I can’t let their inanity poison my good time. I don’t want to make this personal, because it’s not. If this was just about one person, it wouldn’t be worth my time to mention. It was the combination of a whole lot of people thinking that they had the right to make me feel bad about myself for no reason, because they were stressed, because they were all competing for the same things, because they’d spent a lot of money and felt entitled, because I’m only twenty-something, and that means I’m a child who can be talked down to, because because because, and that is not what I signed up for when I bought concert tickets. That’s idiotic, and I’m not playing along this year.
I just need to decide what I’m going to do. Waiting in line for twelve hours isn’t an option. We could get seats, but then we’re stuck really far away, and the energy is just totally different. Alternately, we could get general admission tickets but just show up a little bit before doors open and hope for the best. That’s worked out fine for me in the past, but every venue and crowd is different, so it could wind up being a royal disaster.
I want to go! I honestly, truly want to go. I just need to work out a game plan.