one of my passions, and i mean real passions, is live music. from the little toilet tours of an up-and-coming band to the arena-filled highs of seeing some true legends grace the stage. seeing music up close and personal is something i will never get tired of.
its true, you’ll often catch me at a midweek gig somewhere in the NQ of manchester – pint in hand, smile on my face. and i guess these are the ones that really have my heart.
from going to these things so often, i’ve naturally become friendly with some of the local bands around the area. and i’m fortunate enough to call many of these talented beings my friends. i’ll go to pretty much all their gigs, post photos and share when they have news or new material.
but this is where the issue comes – what is my true intention? surely it could not just be a pure love of live music? or of wanting to support hardworking people i believe in?
i’ve had several comments said (both directly to me and behind my back) over why i would go to see this or that band times over, post about them, promote them etc etc. leading to me having to almost justify or prove my motivation/interest/actions. and i find it truly bizarre.
to be a female and a fan apparently conjures up connotations of ‘groupie’ or (to reference the cameron crowe film almost famous) ‘band aid’ activity. i could go into the dictionary definitions of such words – but we all know they’re nothing short of derogatory. if a girl hangs around with a band – then her intentions must be nothing short of devious. and this is what i and many other girls are faced with. judgement and second guessing from others. but i guess i’m gonna burst that bubble right here and now. contrary to popular belief – i am not dating or sleeping (or attempting to do either) with anyone in these bands – sorry to disappoint, but i am not your penny lane, or your pamela des barres, or your connie hamzy either.
but would it be so bad if i was? this judgement and need to comment people seem to have is oh so peculiar to me. lets enjoy the music – you do you babe and i’ll do me, ey?
does this really bother me though? i won’t lie – at times it did. it made me conscious to post photos from a gig or even mention that i was attending the next one. but then i thought, you know what – fuck it.
if supporting a band is a illegal – lock me up. if wanting your friends to succeed is a crime – well, i’m guilty. music makes me insanely happy and to see people i love up on stage doing a fucking good job of it? perfect.
so you bet you can find me at the next gig – up front singing my heart out and taking too many photos, videos and boomerangs until my phone cries from lack of storage. i wouldn’t wanna spend 2018 (and beyond) any other way.
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