Two days later I am now recollecting the NYC show and sifting through
my memories. The post-concert blues hasn’t hit me (yet perhaps) but I’m
still really sore from the pit experience. I’ve read other people’s
experiences at the lives and enjoyed their perspectives on it. In my previous post, I wrote about all the pent-up anger I had from getting
battered in the pit. Understandably it was my first time and I did take a
gamble after all. It was still something to learn from as first hand
experience. Now that I’m hearing that the NYC pit wasn’t as violent as
other places makes me feel a bit more relieved.
Pits are
really not for everyone, but don’t let it discourage you. Standing in
the back or taking a seat are great options as well. As these two days
past, I’m actually started to forget about the pain, but remembering
more about the smiles and the music, because that’s what really counts.
Granted I didn’t have my ideal experience, but if you can still get
something positive out of it, it was worth it. So yeah, I’m feeling
really happy now.
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