As a casual conundrum, I wonder, is it better to get out to concerts even if the overall experience was just alright? What if nothing was fantastic? What if I had no new realizations over life or music? What if it was just an evening out, money spent on things, and time away from other hobbies? I used to disdain these sorts of evenings because I didn’t have any content to generate after returning home…
Now I realize I was just looking at it from a faulty perspective.
In my Album Review Game, I’ve listened to over one hundred albums by this writing and certainly more by this essay’s publication, and I’ve currently heard thirty-two albums that I enjoyed enough to listen to more than once. Thirty-two-percent is a good percentage when it comes to exploring new boundaries and enjoying new things. Why do we seek perfection in all regards? Sure, that percentage is not fantastic if you look at it from the perspective of someone seeking only optimal experiences, but what if I’m just looking to explore more of reality?
From that perspective, anything over zero-percent is successful.
Sure, it’s better that I don’t waste the evening entirely, which is why I wanted to have some meandry over going to the show, seeing three bands, and being bored enough during the middle band to take a photo of the ceiling. It was my first concert in months. I’m only just starting to feel back to normal after these weeks and months under the influence of mindbender headaches. It would have been preferable to have gone to an amazing concert, but the concert was merely good enough. I would have bought a CD if they hadn’t sold out; since they were sold out, I’m not going to hunt their CDs down.
My back and head held steady throughout all three sets.
I would have preferred leaning up against a wall, as I did while waiting in line for the merch booth concluding the headliner’s set, however, the spot I had did afford me enough space so no one bumped into me. I didn’t leave the evening too exhausted. I got home, made some coffee, went through my publication backlog, and did all the errands that I had been meaning to do. If the show had been better, maybe I would have felt more exhausted than I do now? Since the first band was fun, the second band was boring, and the third band was good, and nothing more, I could conserve my energy.
I’m thinking of going out to more random shows soon.
My major hurdle in that is figuring out how to schedule my time better. On my days off, I am starting to plan when I want to do leisurely activities like play videogames or read because otherwise, I will work as I’ve done for the past few hours of catching up with my emails and writing backlog. If I can do this more effectively, then I can schedule longer bouts of time to go into the city to attend random concerts or events and even if I don’t have a formal review to write, I can still write about the act of getting out there and doing more than just staying within my comfort zone.
The second biggest hurdle is my overall energy levels.
Going to this show as I did a few hours ago required me to juggle my time around so I felt well enough to go. I fell behind on my writing pace, didn’t get enough sleep, and didn’t clear out as much of the apartment-mansion as I had wanted to, but these are all just the wishful thinking that poisons the psyche. We all expect perfection from ourselves and are unwilling to accept “good enough.” Up until sitting through that boring set, I hadn’t considered that going out to check out more shows would mean more boring minutes or hours like that.
Why can’t I use that time as the basis for some thoughts?
I don’t want to go too overboard in this regard either, because I still have too much stuff to sort through in the apartment-mansion to sell or downsize, and as long as my dwelling is in a cluttered state where I can’t feel easy about moving out, I won’t be able to move on to other activities. I have boxes and boxes of things to assess. I should move quicker in this regard and part of that is by acknowledging that psychological burden when I am out and about. If these things that once brought me pleasure now only weigh me down, I should get rid of them, so I can explore reality with fewer burdens.
I feel like I’m making more progress by the week.
That progress has been because now I’m writing 1000-word essays and aiming to write and publish at least two of them per day. It’s more work, sure, but that means I just have to dig deeper into my psyche and return with more earnest thoughts. One of the bigger ones is acknowledging that it’s fine to experience things that I don’t love. The sooner I realize I’m at a concert I’m not loving, however, the sooner I can switch gears back to figuring out how I can reclaim that time, whether it’s thinking about why I should be going to more concerts, exploring more albums or videogames, and that answer is to get a more well-rounded view of reality.
I don’t want to experience a perfected life.
I’d rather learn the patience to sit through the boring bands, the tear-downs then set-ups between sets, and do so with the knowledge that I would only waste the time if I didn’t bring anything for me to think about while I was there. I thought about some personal things, some of the things I wrote about here, and overall, getting out is a nice change of pace.
It’s too bad venues here aren’t more casual.
|Sources: My personal experiences.|
|Inspirations: Just exploring some thoughts now that I’m feeling well enough to go to concerts again. This wasn’t the most insightful essay I’ve ever written, but I wanted to try to advocate a point I wrote about in my Album Review Game essays – go to more live concerts – that yeah, it’s gonna be boring, but that’s fine as long as you figure out ways to make it interesting for yourself.|
|Related: Other Media Meandry and Tripping On… essays.|
|Photo: El Corazón ceiling.|
|Written On: 2020 February 08 [4:16am to 4:47am]|
|Last Edited: 2020 February 08 [First draft; final draft for the Internet.]|