I never started going to shows until probably 2009. I went to a few here and there if they didn’t require me to leave town. It wasn’t until I had been to at least a dozen or so that i realized I was cursed.
I went to Kings of Leon with my ex, who for all intents and purposes is about 60% responsible for my current musical tastes. But, about 90% responsible for my concert experiences. We went to see them, and it was great. So much so, in fact, we went the next year and took a couple of our friends. Another great time, I even photo-bombed a girl taking photos with Taco Bell mascots.
The next year however, the band didn’t tour through Indiana. they didn’t again for 3-4 years. I was disappointed, but I dealt with it. Bands need time to record new music so I can listen to it while drunk in a field. I understand.
Then, I saw Wild Beasts (another favorite) at Lollapalooza. It was great. I stood propped against a rail in the front row for hours and loved it. A few years later we were standing in another Wild Beast music festival performance. This time Coachella, frying our asses off. It was even better. It sounded like deviant choral music.
Wild Beasts is a UK band, so catching them on tour was a bit difficult. I even had a discussion one night at the campsite with a drunken Irish guy about how amazing they were and how difficult it was to see them live.
So, imagine my disappointment when I found out the band was dis-banding in 2017. I then thought back to other acts I had seen over the years. I had joked before that I must be cursed. Each time I found a band I truly wanted to see live more than once some form of Fate intervened.
The quick list is as follows: Killswitch Engage (singer left, replaced by previous singer), Foxy Shazam (no idea just haven’t seen them touring nearby), Beats Antique, The XX, Black Keys, and I am sure there are more.
I am afraid to get too excited about following bands now. I don’t want to bear the burden of them breaking up, or dying mid-flight with Ritchie Valens & Big Bopper.
Is it a curse? Or maybe the bands are Ghosting me?
They don’t want some out-of-place mid-life crisis mulatto with aching joints front and center while they try to whip the crowd into a frenzy.