This past Tuesday, I went with a few friends to see Matt Nathanson perform at the Pageant. One of the best concert I’ve been to. For shiz. This has a little to do with the fact that Matt Nathanson is a crowd-pleasing, booty-shaking, talented hot tottie. Yep… partially because of this. But it’s moreso because my friends and I were right up front by the stage.
Usually I get to concerts casually late and stand toward the back or balcony areas. I’m a chill observer– happy to be there, but not fully jumping-in-the-party engaged. (Or whatever.) And I think, “I’m glad we’re not crowded in the front,” or, “It’s nice that we came late and can leave a little early to beat the crowd.”
But I learned during this concert that getting there before anyone’s playing and being bumped around by crazy weirdo fans and not being able to leave at any point for the bathroom or a drink and staying the whole time is completely fantastic. All of these little inconveniences weren’t inconveniences at all in the moment. I was too enthralled to be bothered, and being up front brought me to a higher level of energy. I was upclose and personal with the artist, and I could feel his passion. In a way, I felt honored to witness his gift so closely.
So, I guess what I’m saying is that I’ve officially converted from a mature fan to an excitable, screaming groupie-esque fan. And strangely, I’m cool with this…
Reppin’ Florence + The Machine