Listen outside of your comfort zone

The saying goes, “The magic happens outside of your comfort zone.” Well, let’s just say I went to a metal concert. Yep. A metal concert. Why? I was being the nice wife and taking my accountant, straight laced husband to see his favorite band play at a local venue.

“They used to be a heavy metal band, but now they are just rock. You’ll like it,” he repeated over and over for the past two months. I knew that I would hate it, but it was a great excuse to hang out with my man sans kids. As I was getting dressed my husband looked at my bright blue skirt and said, “Um. You might not want to wear that.” “Why not?” I asked. “I just don’t think it’s that kind of concert” he replied.

Now, you tell me – what kind of concert doesn’t welcome a beautiful, flowy colored skirt. Rude! Needless to say, I put on dark denim, a black top and a black, leather bomber jacket. And flats. Apparently it’s “not a heels place either”.

Off we went. We drove up to the parking lot at 7pm. Our ticket stubs said 6:30pm so we thought we were being fashionably late. Let’s just say we haven’t been to a concert together since … well, since Kelsey was born. A lot has changed in three years. Or, rather – we have changed in three years.

We stroll up to the ticket counter. “We are here to see Anathema”, we said in our coolest voices. “Sure thing. Here’s your tickets. They won’t go on until 10pm or so.” TEN PM!!! What are we going to do for 3 hours? And what band starts at 10pm? After those words came out of our mouths, we looked at each other in shock. When did we get so boring?

We’ll show them, we thought. Not really knowing who ‘them’ was. Maybe we just wanted to prove to ourselves that we still had it. It being the cool, young, carefree part of ourselves that we’ve been suppressing since we became the parents of two young children.

We took off to Mill Avenue (the college part of town). We soon found ourselves at two bar stools, sitting in the middle of a busy sushi bar. We caught the end of a college football game. Threw back a beer (and glass of wine). Ate some sushi. And the best part? Our concert hadn’t even started yet. We had time. Time to catch up. Time to talk uninterrupted. Time to ourselves.

Then, we checked the time. Time to go to the concert! And, to my surprise, this rock band from Liverpool was surprisingly good! And calm. The instruments were amazing. You could really hear the emotion in their songs. There was a moment when the lead singer said, “Now we’re going to dig in the Archives and play …” and I about lost it. What if there is a mosh pit? What if they start screaming and I have to throw a grown up tantrum and leave? My poor husband. This is his night.

And then they played – and again, no yelling. No hard core metal. Just cool, cool music. I think music just does that to you. Concerts too. They take you to a different world. You really get wrapped up in the moment and overwhelmed (in a good way) in the stories they tell with their voices. I liked it. Here’s a little snip it of one of their songs. You might like it too.

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