I recently attended a huge rock concert... the largest I have ever seen, asked "How was it?" I failed with words.. Here I attempt again...


Ready to Rock



Anticipation stole our sleep
As we waited for the minutes to tick by
Years of adoring the music that called us
Moved us, marked corner stones of our lives
Would come together in a day,
The day we see our heros play before our eyes..

The stage is set, the crowds gather
It's hot, the sun beats down
I can feel sweat trickle from my brow
Under my hat, an occasional breeze
Relieves me, with a sense that this
Is altogether mad, the pushing, the heat
Almost over bearing, am I crazy?
A fourty year old in a mosh pit?
I am no longer a metal head, I'm Mum!
Next to me, the huge smile
Of my fifteen year old son...
The sunlight catches the bristles
On his adolescent face... he's glowing
I know why I am here, this will never leave him
"Here they come Mum!" in his broken voice
The crowd, as if some massive beast
Starts to reel, surge and roar
Packed in tight, we cannot move
A man beside me screams "Yesss!!!"
At last, the band enters the stage...
A golden moment a little spoiled
As his raised arm pushes his armpit in my face
I chuckle to myself... the smell of rock!
But here we are, amidst the sea of hands
Now waving back and forth
At the command of the singer
Every familiar note the guitarist plays
Living within our hearts and ears
The bass booming in chests....
I am thirsty, my legs ache, I need a restroom
I DON'T CARE! I am lost in it...
The sounds, the awe, the mastery
The sixty year old singer screams and bounces
With energy stolen from the gods themselves
We didn't notice the sun go down....
An ocean of hair and arms swells around me
I grasp my sons hand as the crowd pushes
But he is dumbstruck, caught in the moment
His voice has gone, as has mine...

Two hours flew by...
Though my body protests it did not...
I am hard pressed to say what I liked best
The quality of the sound
The skill of the players....
Still...I was there, with my son
Screaming with Iron Maiden at fourty!
And I loved it.
:)









Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2011-03-12 at 07:53

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countryfog
"And I loved it" . . . despite (or perhaps because of) the wonderful description of the concert, what comes through is the love you and your son share, made manifest in two hours that will last a lifetime.
2011-03-12