For those about to rock


Jessica Lewis

I don’t care who you are or what type of music you listen to, everyone knows what it’s like when that one song comes on the radio, and you have to blast the volume and sing at the top of your lungs. For me, there are a lot of songs that make me do that, and the list is growing every day. When people see you driving down the road rocking out to your favorite tunes, they might think you’re crazy, but when you do it at a rock show, you’re just like everyone else.

After months of careful preparation, which all fell apart at the last minute, I planned to attend a rock show at the Landmark Theater last night. My baby-sitter canceled, we had to leave late and all of the people who were supposed to ride with me had to switch their plans around, but we made it.

With feelings of guilt weighing heavy on my heart for leaving my one year old for the first time for a non-work related reason, I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy the show, despite my love of music.

We arrived fifteen minutes after the concert had actually begun, but managed to only miss the opening act. We waited patiently for the band to take the stage, passing the time by remembering the last concert we attended and how mom nearly got into a brawl with a huge biker who kept sloshing beer on us. (In the end, he ran away, because moms, even the ones who are only 5’1”,  are scary.)

Finally, the lights dimmed, the crowd fell silent, and the band burst on to stage.  For a couple of hours, I sang at the top of my lungs, screamed really loud and enjoyed every ear splitting note. I also managed to keep my little sister out of trouble after she “accidentally” poured ice water down the backs of the insanely irritating girls in front of us, and almost got into a brawl of her own, but that’s another story.