the magic of music
one of the easiest ways for me to connect with someone is to start talking about music or concerts. if we like the same artists, we’re basically already friends.
technically, my first concert was at age 1—barenaked ladies. not sure that really counts. my dad, though? huge concert guy. he grew up in southern california in the ’70s, sneaking out to LA to see bands he’d end up watching 30+ times. true groupie behavior. i like to think i’m following in his footsteps.
i grew up going to concerts, lucky enough to see some of my favorite bands. but once i got my own car, i started going alone. the funny thing is—you’re never actually alone at a concert. you’re in a room full of people who love the same thing you do. i’ve met friends in line, shared unforgettable moments, and maybe even camped out in front of MSG at 2am (sorry, mom).
there’s a name for that feeling you get when you’re surrounded by thousands of people, all there for the same reason. collective effervescence. i learned about it at work while promoting an event, but i had already felt it long before. it’s that moment when every hand heart goes up during ‘fearless’ at a taylor swift show. when the entire crowd holds their breath during ‘landslide’ at fleetwood mac. when for just a second, you and a stranger get each other without saying a word.
music has always inspired me, pushed me forward, and made the world feel a little smaller in the best way. i want to be a part of creating those moments—where a song, a lyric, or a shared experience makes everything make sense, even just for a second.
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