We’ve all experienced this in some way, shape, or form. I can’t really pinpoint what it is or why it happens, but every time I attend an amazing concert (all the time) I’m left with this elated feeling like I’m on cloud 9. This feeling lingers throughout the rest of the week, but almost becomes an obsession.
(End of The Glorious Sons concert, November 22, 2018)
When I realize the final song of the set has finished, the grandiose ending and theatrical exit off the stage leave me beaming. I think of it as the closest you can get to the pearly white gates without actually leaving the floor. That thought gets a rude reality check when the lights violently turn on and the roadies immediately start taking apart the set – our set. Don’t they have any empathy??
The crowd starts herding towards the exits, and the ground is riddled with garbage and empty cans. You’re left standing there feeling a combination of “what did I just witness?” and “what do I do now?” Regardless of how you spend the rest of your night, whether you go home with your ears ringing, or continue holding onto the euphoria by going out, the post concert high will kick in shortly after.