As I wake up much earlier than I was supposed to, much earlier than my alarm, I am greeted with the rays of a brand new day. I get myself together and start going through the pile of messages from friends, looking to spend time with me or go to the show together that night. I am able to get myself in the car just safely enough to grab some liquid motivation and breakfast from LA (Liquid Art).
I take time that morning to go for a walk and ground myself, to do some writing and clear my mind, and to find a way to make time for the people in my life who are eager to see me. I get everything done and eat my breakfast and get a message from my friend asking to come hang out.
This friend knows me well enough to know how much I value in-person time together. They also said a lot of sweet things and know how much I like being reminded of my worth to someone. We had a nice time exploring our friendship and getting to know each other better. We shared a small bite to eat before they had to head home and I had to get ready for the concert.
One of my old roommates from a few years ago, reached out and was going to the show that night. They met at my place and we visited for a while before heading to the show. I grabbed a quick dinner from Baja and visited with Tom and Marissa. After I had a little dinner, we got on the road for the show. I carefully selected the soundtrack as ‘90s throwback dance songs. In between pumping up the jams, I had to ask myself: what is love?
Upon entering the show, I noticed how friendly the staff is at the Paramount Theatre. I am grateful to have a venue like this locally where the most eclectic of us can feel comfortable. Where we can feel like we fit in.
I saw a bunch of people that I knew, but very few friends. I saw my ex, who looked great, and gave me a hug and said a few sweet things to me, but when I tried to send a text, I could not get through. It made me miss her a ton, but I know nothing has changed or will change.
The show was fantastic. The lighting at Disco Biscuits shows is one of a kind. It takes you into a whole new world. The vibration of the bass in your chest. The crowd moving in unison. The electricity as the band shifts gears from a spacey moment to a four on the floor, jumping dance section. The feeling of the sound and light washing over you and baptizing you. The opportunity to dance yourself clean and start over. The entire room flowing in unison and sharing the same vibe and energy. The electric roar of the crowd as the band finishes a 30 minute section of the show. Then the hum on the street after the show concludes as people get back home safely.
This was the kind of experience that reminds me that everything will be OK. That I have my own friends and people who love me. That I can have my own experiences without people from my past. That I can let loose and be myself with the people I choose to keep in my life. That there are people who care about me out there, even if they aren’t nearby.
That the cleansing felt from music is all I need to keep going. Can’t wait to do it again this weekend for Mihali at the Pickle. See ya there!
