The first concert I ever went to was The Script at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre when I was 13. My dad took me there as a Christmas present. I think that is where my love of live music really began. I’ve lost count of all the gigs I went to since I first discovered my love for them. I remember sitting so far back that you could only just see the band but it didn’t matter to me. Not one bit. It was the atmosphere that made the night and will continue to fuel my love and passion of live music. It’s the giddy feeling you get when the artist first comes on stage and when they play your favourite song. It’s the feeling of unison between you and the strangers that surround you. There are so many things that make up a concert that to me, make it one of the best experiences in life. Since seeing The Script, nothing much has changed apart from my music taste and the venues.
I’ll be the first one to say that I am much more the music snob now than I was in my early teenage years. Transforming my music taste allowed me to experience live music in a different way. Listening to different music means that it can change the people you surround yourself with, well that’s what I’ve found anyway. I have an inner music bias when it comes to meeting new people, including the people I want to date. It sounds bad on paper but I’m almost positive that I’m not the only one who does.
As I started to listen to smaller artists, I found myself in more dingy bars even at a younger age. Going to gigs throughout high school also exposed an activist side of me when bands left off an all ages date, leaving me and many others with no avail. I can acknowledge that it isn’t really the fault of the artist for not catering for their younger audiences. But then it comes down to the venues. I can then acknowledge that it isn’t really all the venues, its the government and its legislations. No one is really at fault but in terms of platforms, I do think that artists, venues and those affected could do more advocating. Especially artists. I say this with no malice but, if your supporters who are listening to your tunes and buying your music aren’t being heard it seems a bit unfair. I think that I could have done more maybe when I was a teenager than complain to anyone who would listen (this was usually my dad) about the injustice every time you see that your favourite band is playing in Brisbane only to find that they are only playing over 18 gigs.
I was a pretty “goody-two-shoes” kinda gal growing up and was always abiding by the law but the only time I would ever consider getting a fake ID was so that I could see my favourite band or go a festival that had an artist that I had been desperately wanting to see. But, like everyone else I impatiently waited until I turned 18 so I could stop complaining about the selection of gigs and instead started complaining about how little money I had left to pay for them.