Life’s too short to not splurge on concert tickets.
My mother always says I learned how to dance before I could walk. She said I used to hold on the edge of the coffee table so I could bend my knees and bounce along to the music. Since my mother is a connoisseur of the arts, two-person dance parties became a norm after that. I was even in dance for 12 years. My favorite part of every competition was when the music started. The beat was so strong it felt like a second heartbeat pulsing in my chest.
I had never felt that feeling in any other way except dancing – until I went to my first concert.
It was Mother’s Day 2015. I had just made my mother what was possibly the worst pan of brownies in history (always make sure the oven is on bake and not broil). She was a real sport about it and ate them anyway. Right after, she bought tickets for me to see my first concert with her.
I was ecstatic.
September 10th was a beautiful day filled with sunshine, blue skies, cotton ball clouds, and the full-fledged excitement of a teenage girl. We were en-route to the Roy Wilkins Auditorium in St. Paul, Minnesota to see Hozier (the guy that sings “Take Me to Church”). It’s like there was electricity in the air. I smiled so much my cheeks physically hurt.
On September 10th, I discovered concerts give the best feeling in the world. Very rarely in life are there moments where people are collectively happy together. They loose their fear of strangers judgments and become less aware of their inhibitions. A crowd of strangers sing at the top of their lungs and dance together.
That night with Hozier sparked a chain reaction. I’ve seen almost 40 live acts, and I can’t wait to add to the list (too much will never be enough).
The Midwest isn’t a mecca for musical acts, but it should not be overlooked. The Twin Cities, Chicago, Omaha, Kansas City, and St. Louis draw in a wide range of artists and an even larger audience.
Some of the most popular artists I’ve seen include: