I went to a concert last night. It is always fascinating to know what the vibe is that draws our passions when listening to music we love. How do certain songs trigger our imagination, our memory, our desire to live inside the magic of our favorite musical artist? I like to watch the people around me, and how they enjoy themselves, ready themselves, present their own human condition within a moment of universal pleasure.
Last night was no exception – the stadium filled with wonderful intensity, an energy of people that would feel the music through the top of their head to their toes, people dressed to the nines, ready to go on a journey through their lives with the music that designed the mystique of their soul. I listened to songs last night that brought me places, most often places I want to be though I no longer am allowed. So I left my response to memory and nostalgia. I wonder if we all imagine ourselves in a situation with someone else that draws our attention? Last night, I did, I felt myself listening intently, moving swayingly, and wishing I was here with her, though knowing she was hundreds of miles away.
I recalled another concert I had been to years ago, when I looked up into the rafters and watched a woman in white dance to the sensuality of Santana. She was somebody that stole the eyes of everyone because she was in a place where her moves would certainly soothe the eye. I imagined it to be her, this woman I had known whose path took her a different direction than my own, and wondered if it really could be her after all these years. I watched her swoon with the music, far away from eye contact, though just wondered quietly if she could feel the vibe was as close to her as I wanted her to be with me.
I love a good concert, when the music takes us places we prefer to be. Last night, was no exception. I looked for you all night long. There was truly something rather delightful in the energy of such beautiful music.