Essay, Research Paper: Concert Life

Concert Life

We were the metal, Ericson stadium the magnet. With the burning
heat reaching down to scold our pale defenceless faces we began
walking impatiently at a pressing pace towards the stadium. The
stadium projected a hum of activity and instrumental sound, which
was deafening the ear, already! . We clutched our tickets tightly as
though they contained the final ingredient to the cure of cancer.

Rapidly consuming energy drinks which were to provide us with the
weaponry energy to battle a physically and mentally tiring day of
dancing and trancing to magical beats and vocals .We swarmed with
countless other bees to the gate of the hive .The excitement at this
point was unmeasurable, indescribable, undefinable .We entered
mesmerised, it would have been mentally impossible to take in what
surrounded me at once, frozen with shock my eyes flickerd as though
malfunctioning, enjoying fragments of what there was to see. There
were t shirt sales, pricing stands, EFTPOS machines , people ,
autograph signing booths , people , stages and people , tents and
people , rides , skateboard ramps and more people. With no
knowledge of direction I journeyed into close proximity of the main
stage where Australian band 'Regurgatator' encouraged thousands of
rocking heads. We ventured through the crowd to destination
unknown with our path being dictated by others equally as lost.
In time I gathered my senses and began to absorb the surroundings
the best I could. I obtained the timetable of acts, which educated
me, one of my favourite bands 'HDU' had begun their set, and I was
alarmed! I scarpered with hast to the big tent where they were
playing. Vigorously focused on reaching the front I passionately
fought my way through undeserving listeners, to then enjoy their
slow mind exploring sounds, I slipd into a hypnotic state of mind
swaying to the movement of the trancing beat as pulsating vibrations
penetrate my whole body from limb to limb to the end. I tried to
battle my way through brick walls of people in pursuit of my now lost
friends my fight was soon restricted to a slow stumble, step by step,
inch by inch, while breathing sweat infested air I viewed humanity on
display up close in all its glory in all its disgrace. The search for one
friend brought the discovery of another from Napier, it was like finding
a pin when looking for a needle in a haystack. I attempted to
describe the indescribable experience I had endured at the 'HDU' set,
I then realised I am suffering from temporary hearing loss as they
begin screaming down my ears, and still I heard nothing.

The day progressed I felt weak and weary, so tired my next step
could have provoked leap oracy, vertigo consumed me. I sought the
remedy of food and water to energise my lethargic body and brain
dead mind by tailing a queue that stretched as long as Pinocios nose
after an age of lies but reward soon came as the dry rivers and lake
inside my body flowed rich. After head banging to the verge of
headache at the 'Shihad' set I tried to vacate the main stage but
found myself extricably bound in a crowd that eagerly awaited 'Korn'
to explode on stage, I was trapped in a sea of hunger, I was trapped
in the sea of generation X.

The darkness of night loomed and eventually destroyed the day.
Setting the scene for the 'Big Day Outs' final ace card 'Fat Boy Slim'
in the boiler room where we were sardines in a excessively full can,
morphing through openings with cockroach capabilities. "Time to go"
said the security guard, representing the day's termination. We
reluctantly obeyed all the time uncontrollably looking back, looking
back, looking back. Although disappointed we were liberated as life
would go on and now at a greater level as we then knew what it was
to really live.