Well, HE Loves it. So…

I’m going to a concert.  Sure, I’ll tell you who I’m going to see.
No, you won’t know who they are. 

They’re name might be Sevendust, Nonpoint, Disturbed, Flaw, Shinedown, or maybe it’s Five Finger Death Punch. Those are some of the recent bands that have entered this conversation. 

Oh, you’ve never heard of them?
Told you so. 

Twenty odd years ago I went to my first concert with my now husband. Back then I was that country girl that was more into twang than bass. I hated this band. My ears hated this band. Their name is in that list up above. They were loud and it was crowded. And you had to stand. The whole time. But I was starting to like this boy I had known throughout high school, so I made it work. 

Over and over again I would attend shows with this boy. Some were unbearably loud and some were slightly more tolerably so. Some were in places you’ve heard of, most of them were not.  But he loved them. So I tried to do the same. 

Over time the music got into my head and settled in, growing roots that had some staying power. I couldn’t do the screamers but I found that “loud” music was actually pretty good. Ok, excellent in fact. 

My pseudo husband is the front runner of one of these bands. This man can sing. His band was on the light end of the gamut of hard metal rock. So I was told. I just knew that I could belt those songs out and loved every second of it. I also knew I could let those notes sail from the speakers at work. Not something I could do with most of what we listened to. Standing through the opening bands (never know when you might find a gem) was worth it to get to hear him sing. 

Fast forward through years of standing, rocking out, getting squished, and having a hard time hearing the next day and we end up at a theater (?!) for a show to see my man do his thing. 

As we were leaving my husband smartly asked me what I felt before stating his own opinion. 

Well. They sounded great but it was kind of boring. And really weird to have seats. 

Wait… What?!? 

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “Well, HE Loves it. So…

  1. Five Finger Death Punch?! Yikes. I would be scared to stand in that audience. I have a sense that mash pits are nearby. Am I right?! Kim – do you get passed from person to person during these things? Please tell me that you don’t!!!

  2. I love this part: “Back then I was that country girl that was more into twang than bass. I hated this band. My ears hated this band.” Yet you did it because you really liked the boy. This is a very sweet round-about love note to him.

  3. Oh I know all of the bands you listed. They all exist in my iPod happily cohabiting with Dolly and Travis and Willie. Still in my house it was the opposite. The “onslaught of noise” that was my late-husband musical bane, yet my joy, became a slowly acquired taste for things that thrashed. Enough to eventually buy tickets to our first Metallica concert together as an anniversary gift.

  4. I can completely relate! I developed my love, no like, for hockey because of my husband! How sweet to slice about your sweetie way back in the day!

  5. The things we do for love (me, a car show; you, a standing concert of music not to your liking). Even though you have grown to be fond of the music, I will still tolerate car shows, not like them.

Thank you for your comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s