It’s Monday 16 June … the 167th day of the year 2014 in the Gregorian calendar. There are 198 days remaining until the end of this year.
AND it’s Bloomsday in Ireland 🙂
Anyway, this girl is flat chat with edits and my 50k30, so my daughter, Carleigh, came to the rescue again. This is what she came up with, when I threw the word Concert at her. I reckon she’s done a marvellous job! ~~ Oh, and it’s her birthday tomorrow!
The booming of the bass, teenage girls screaming, sweat dripping off the performer’s forehead. With each word that comes out of the singer’s mouth, you can feel the passion and emotion that the singer is going through. Nothing can suppress the adrenaline pumping through your veins at a rock concert. The smell of sweating body’s bunched up
from: radiorewind.co.uk
together and the low bass, strumming guitars and beating drums is enough to send you into a rush of adrenalin. As the beat gets into your body the adrenalin rush takes over your systems and you start clapping along with the beat and screaming with the crowd. You simultaneously jump with crowd as if you were one big giant jumping up and down. Soon enough the crowds voices falter from all the screaming and singing along the lyrics louder than the singers themselves and the singers sweat goes flying everywhere over the audience is the only thing happening. Objects are being thrown onto the stage such as bras, phones and water bottles. The singers are jumping all around the stage with microphones in their hands jumping off objects on the stage and doing stupid stunts that they will crack up laughing at later. Their hair is matted down on their head from all the sweat forming on their head and excess sweat is running down their body and through their clothes. The fingers are cracked and blood is trickling down their fingers, but they don’t care because they are too caught up in the moment to even realise what is happening around them. All they are focused on is strumming the guitar and beating the drums. No one cares if they hit a wrong note because in front of them is the band they have been listening to on their phone for the past two months.
And I had a boring blog in mind, showing off the many, many concerts I went to during the 1980s …
What would you have come up with if I had told you “write something about a concert” 🙂
Cheers, everyone …
Carleigh certainly has the atmosphere down pat! Great job! I haven’t attended too many rock concerts – my experience has leaned more toward the classical music concerts and things are much quieter there. But if I ever have to write about a rock concert, I know who to consult!
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Thank you Patty, we appreciate you stopping by. She did a wonderful job and I’m really grateful and impressed with her interpretation of the few words I threw at her.
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Great job Carleigh! I felt like I was right there at the concert with you! I may need to get your input on the next series I’m writing. It’s about a female guitarist and she’s also the lead singer for her band. The first three books will be released this November, December, and January. I’m just starting to research for the next book. I’m really excited about this series! Would it be all right if I sent you an e-mail with some questions?
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Thanks Lisa. She would absolutely love that !!!! 🙂 She keeps asking me about new books from you.
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Happy birthday, Carleigh. Powerful presentation of the concert atmosphere. I could almost hear the music!
I don’t think I’d want to be close enough to the stage to share their SWEAT, however.
LOL
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LOL … Jeff, that was something I stumble upon as well – the sweat 😉 … but I suppose singing is hard work 😉
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I once watched a movie which featured a grungy band singing grungy songs and the singers were drenched in sweat. Very unappealing image that’s stuck with me all these years.
Diane Lane was in it, as was Willem Dafoe and other recognizable people I’ve forgotten the names of. the word “fire” was in the title.
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I’ve got to ask hubby about the movie. He’s good remembering movies, it doesn’t ring a bell with me at all.
Not sure about the US, but when I went to my first concert here I was stunned I was seated, not seats in Germany, everyone’s squeezed into the venue … but after a while I appreciated the seats AND the distance to the person next to me 😉 Yes … slight BO.
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Happy Birthday, Carleigh. This is par for the course for a rock concert, I know…..just can’t see anyone throwing a bra on stage no matter HOW well a pianist plays Chopin!
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Thanks Tonette.
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Happy Birthday, Carleigh! I’m sorry this is so late. By your description of concerts; are you sure you didn’t grow up in the ’60’s? LOL! I guess the sort of stuff you’ve described here doesn’t change. 🙂
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Thanks Janette … concerts are concerts I suppose, the more sweat, the more the band gives their all, the better their show I suppose 😉
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I didn’t go to any concerts in the 80s, too bush being a mom of a little one, but I went to a few free ones in the 90s when I knew a concert promoter; GunsNRoses, The Cure, ACDC, Scorpions–I don’t really like crowds; don’t even think I stayed for the whole thing!
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very cool to know a friendly concert promoter
Thanks for visiting again; it’s been a while…
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Yes, it’s been too long. If I read all the blogs I like (like yours) I’d have no time to write or garden or shop. Or shop. Ha ha
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I wish I knew a concert promoter 🙂 LOL … AND i know the bands you went to see … hooray !
And I agree with Jeff, good to see you here ….
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It’s so hard to keep up with the blogs I like to read, not enough hours in the day!!!
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“not enough hours in the day” That goes for more than just reading blogs! 🙂
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So true, but I have more time to do it all while hub’s out to sea. He’s coming back on Thurs and there will be less of me to go around!
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Hey! If I knew someone on the “inside,” like a promoter,I think I’d probably be seeing quite a few concerts!
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It was a lot of fun for a while, but I was still a mom and couldn’t party as much as I would have wanted!
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There’s always something… 🙂 LOL!
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Yeah, I didn’t want to known as “slutty mommy” LOL
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A mother’s work is never done. The prices we pay, huh? 😉
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So true! Even now at the age of 33, he’s still my baby.
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My “babies” and their babies are all still my babies! LOL!
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Always and forever…:)
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