Last month I went to a total of four concerts, an unconscionably small amount and one reason was because in just one of those things, I wasn’t having much fun, the Mavericks, Snoop Dogg and Sleater Kinney were all major disappointments, but the other was, as happened just Thursday evening, the weather was making me cancel going out.
Leaving the office, or home, in 12 degree weather with 5 inches of snow on the ground is a suckers game, you walk oit the door and the only thing you want to do is walk back in, the constant darkness leaves you lethargic (you wish you were a bear hibernating) and depressed If you make it to the concert, you better get the experience of a lifetime after all it ha taken to get there.
For instance, while the Sleater Kinney gig may have majorly pissed off any right thinking person, the sheer hell of getting there and back made it ten times worse and it stuck with you: if you’d had such a lousy experience you might think, as I did yesterday, fuck Maroon 5, I’m staying home.
For better or worse and even if you are going there for the primary purpose of reviewing the show, you are hoping for a pleasant experience. And last month the weather made sure you didn’t get one, nothing felt worth the effort of going to a show. As for the musicians, I have a friend who had to cancel four shows last month. She couldn’t get there, it was as simple as that.
Which leaves our terrible winter of cold and concerts, a quiet, disturbed waste of time and money, etering in cold and darkness and leaving in cold and darkness.