This. This right here. This is why I go to shows. Sometimes I fall in love with a band. Inevitably, that band will break up. I’ll be sad. I hope things end amicably, because then there’s a chance. A chance. There’s a chance that this band who made the music that helped me get through the day will play another show and I’ll be lucky enough to be there. Maybe for the 40th anniversary of the club they cut their teeth in. Maybe the set will be cut short, but I’ll be happy. I got to hear Permafrost play “We Are Not Friends Anymore” for the first time in ages, after all. I go to shows to make memories. Sometimes I even get to relive them.
Oh, and there’s this…
