Music memories /// Bring Us To Live [Show]

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A live show of a band is always a life of its own within your regular life. Who hasn’t bought a small paper piece of happiness which like a key opens the secret doors to Music Wonderland? Having to use your best Sherlock Holmes skills to snatch a ticket before a venue sells out in the blink of an eye, tour announcements that cause such a mighty uproar that your neighbours will consider you a werewolf for days on end, setting a final countdown to The Day and finally feeling the dizziness and excitement of showtime in the darkness a venue… Ever experienced any of these? Then I can call you a happy person.

Nowadays live shows are stepping confidently at the forefront of spreading the art of music. While record sales are going down the drain, live shows are flourishing like spring flowers. Compatible with my music taste, Last Fm has recently provided me with four pages of recommended gigs within the next couple of months I can potentially visit in London. Provided you have all the necessary material and mental means/abilities for attendance, going to shows every day is no longer a utopian dream of a manic musicholic. Ex facte,  live scene in the UK is buzzing like a busy hive, so if you dare to step in this buzz, you’ll be rewarded with a bunch of mesmerising live performances.

Having said that, a broader-minded outlook on live scene is demanded though. If you are a music snob wishing to watch only bands the calibre of Coldplay at arenas the size of Wembley then I’m sorry to disappoint you with zilch recommendations for the nearest future and can only suggest to take a better look around your local scene. However, if you’re open-minded and like new music discoveries, you won’t be put off by tiny, sweaty, packed clubs which sometimes hide such diamonds that Wembley can’t even dream of. Combining all the possible calibres and sizes is essential for a wholesome, vivid experience. Think of wearing expensive, designer clothes every day. Too dull, pompous and simply boring isn’t it? To be able to style it well and enjoy all the range modern fashion has to offer you can easily combine fancy Chanel trousers with simple H&M tops and still look stunning. The same is true about music shows: in order to experience a full range of bands’ talents, go to tiny, small, medium, big, huge, stratospheric venues and rock out to the full. Each time.

Gigs are all about emotions: you either are on the same page with a band, or you aren’t. I’m a kind of gig goer who won’t bug a band about playing out of tune or not-so-ideal sound, unless these two things don’t make it absolutely impossible to understand who and what is playing. All I want from a band at their live show is emotions and connection with the audience. Or should it be The Connection? This is the talking point, the icing on the cake of every gig and no matter how technically flawless a performance is, without The Connection it is wasted. A gig is a relationship between a band and their audience. If there’s no chemistry, then there’s no love and you feel dumped, betrayed and totally out of love. However, when this chemistry happens, it’s pure love, eternal friendship, total understanding leading to your living happily ever after with this special, personal feeling you carried from that gig centuries ago.

And then there’s this connection with people around you. Imagine having several hundred or thousand brothers and sisters for just a couple of hours. That’s exactly who you get at a gig when a band ooze the aforementioned chemistry. Singing along at the top of your voice with like-minded people, screaming your heart out, headbanging, dancing, jumping, feeling the music throbbing like heartbeat in your body… You have an ultimate power at such moments of this blissful music fellowship, don’t you?

I move in a flow of always like-minded and still brothers and sisters towards the nearest underground station after another thrilling live experience. “It was great!”, “F**king awesome!”, “Best show of my life!” whispers the animated crowd. Then someone puts on the closing track of the show at a full volume on a headphoneless mp3. Some start cheering loudly, others begin an enthusiastic sing-along, passers-by cast suspicious looks towards the strange crowd: they don’t understand. Having changed to my line, I enter a half-empty carriage and spot someone with a bright, colourful wristband matching mine. We exchange knowing glances and faint smiles: we were there.

Photo by Olga Polomoshnova; Kids In Glass Houses, London @ HMV, 2011

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