OK, so let's assume that I am allergic to bee stings, and that this will be the last time my mind is able to communicate with the electric pool of knowledge available on the internet. What would my final words be? Do I send a shoutout to mom and dad? My sister and sweet baby jesus? Do I congratulate all my friends for resisting the temptation of being total pricks to me and actually valuing the relationship we've formed over recent years that have allowed us to experience some of the best times of our lives? Or do I write this post like any other post... just dwelling on the insignificant. What should separate this, my final post, from any of my previous ones?
In short, nothing.
I want to avoid using cliches, but sometimes they just work so well. Let me think up some creative way to tell you that you need to live your life as if each moment is your last. Hmmm... okay... so pretend there is a box of donuts. You really want a donut but you want to be conscious of your health and you've come to accept that by consuming a donut you are actually doing damage to your body since there's pretty much nothing nutritious about a donut. So if you are living this day as if it's your last, what do you do?
a) Eat the donut.
b) Ignore the donut and carry on with your day.
c) Eat half the donut.
d) Share the donut with three friends, thus allowing yourself to indulge in 1/4 worth of the temptation, while staying health-conscious.
What do you choose?
It doesn't matter what you choose. The point is that you choose, and that you choose based on a life plan that will work for you today, tomorrow, and 100 years from now. If your life ends tomorrow, so be it, but never have regrets. In other words, if you have decided to live every day of your life according to a healthy lifestyle, then that donut should not tempt you so much as to even think twice about this question. However, if you know that by refusing yourself that donut, that you will suffer as a result, you better eat that donut. But, you say, how will I ever lose weight if I keep giving in to temptation? Well, I say, if you are serious about weight loss you will research a way that works for you, that will allow you to consume that donut while staying healthy. Try the gym, as a hypothesis.
What is important is that we do not fear the inevitable and that we are active in affecting what is 'evitable' in a positive fashion. So here I am, with a theoretical ticking time-bomb of a venom pouch lodged into my arm, typing about living your day as if it is your last. Should I have any regrets if there were no tomorrow about spending 20 minutes writing to you here? If I did, then maybe I should never write in my blog at all... because that would be a perpetual waste of life. I should go out and seek to do activities that give me personal satisfaction at all times. And sometimes, as is the case when we work or do something we do not necessarily want to do, we must realize that we have obligations as citizens, friends, and family members, and that sometimes we must sacrifice some of our time in order to achieve the hedonistic pleasures that encourage us to go on. In any case, we should live our lives without regret and without second thoughts.
For the record, I love to write, and would do this on my deathbed until the final second of my life...
Oh, and also, I have determined that the bee that stung me was some sort of novice. He did a very half-assed job while stinging me... he left behind no stinger and there was a pool of yellow liquid on top of my skin after I felt that little prick (pun intended), meaning the venom probably didn't get into my skin. Looks like I might live to blog again...
Let Edith Piaf take it away from here, she's got the right idea (Song title translates to: "No I don't regret a thing"). And those of you who have seen Inception might get the wake up call from this too, so there can be no wrong in pressing play ;)
Have you ever been to a concert and thought to yourself: "What the hell am I doing here? What a waste of money! I'm not even having fun..."?
I have.
I've also been to a few concerts where, for whatever reason, I was completely swept away by the music and the performance and loved every minute I was there. Most recently, I went to see the Silversun Pickups at a small venue concert held at Sound Academy (formerly known as The Docks, at Polson Pier in Toronto), and Metric at the Molson Amphitheatre on the Lakeshore. These were two of the best concerts I have ever been to. But what makes a concert so good? Especially a rock concert like the two I just mentioned. It's not like they have a massive production of dancers and choreography to compensate for the undeniable truth: that you are just watching a few people sing and play instruments for a couple hours, singing the same songs that you already burned on a CD for free. What the hell... if you wanted to listen to their music you could have just done it at home; you could have skipped the songs you don't like and listened to it as loudly or softly as you wanted. Best of all, you could have done it while multitasking: the gym, homework, gardening, making love, whatever floats your boat...
So why pay a boatload of money to orchestrate the perfect night to go and watch these people bopping on a stage, trying desperately (and often succeeding) to get the crowd excited and dancing by using corny lines like: "What's up Toronto!!?!?!?" - that one ALWAYS works. I've decided to write a blog about what makes ME like a concert...
1. Knowing the majority of the songs helps SO much.
It's weird because there are some bands that have never produced a track I don't like (i.e. Metric) however, even Metric is capable of making me stand still in awe when they play a song I don't know. How is this possible? If I like it, why shouldn't I enjoy it and the concert? Well... I do. But I also have come to realize that it's important to recognize the songs for another reason. Comfort. When we listen to this band's music while multitasking all day long - working, driving, exercising, gardening, lovemaking, hanging out with friends, whatever the case may be - we associate memories and, more importantly, feelings with these sounds. The music produces a nostalgic feeling of comfort and well-being (or possibly of connection an dunderstanding of bad times), it recreates itself in our lifeforce as a collage of our OWN lives (and nobody else's). Why? Because this band plays the songs that narrate the storyline of certain special and important segments of your life. When I was younger I used to fall asleep every night listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers every night for like a year. Now, anytime I hear a track off of that album I get excited. Those were the songs that narrated the soundtrack of my dreams, of my thoughts, of the culmination of my days' events. No matter what happened each day, whether I was happy, sad, curious, confused, it would always end up the same way:
"Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic Mr. Know-It-All. Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause, with the birds I'll shareeee"
2. Having a drink or two gets you in the mood.
"Not healthy," you say! "I don't need alcohol to have fun," you say! I don't care what YOU say. This is about me, remember? Ok.. so alcoholic beverages help. Why, you ask? Well, it continues along the theme of comfort. In case you haven't noticed, you will struggle a great deal to have fun if you are not comfortable... it's like one of those "Duh!" rules of life. So if you go to a concert, and everyone around you is holding a really expensive beer due to overpricing at event venues, and they are all smiling and dancing, and you are there, stiff as a board, bending your knees off-tune, half smiling, half wasting your time noticing all the things you really wish you weren't noticing: like how ugly her shoes are and how tall the guy in front of you is, or the trickle of sweat tickling the outside of your left ear lobe.... well then how can you feel the music? Then you'll move on to watching the singer walking up and down stage trying to hype up the crowd and you will ask yourself why the hell it's working... how stupid does that dude look, doing what he's doing up there. Yeah "what's up Toronto?"... "nothing.... just play, idiot." Well sure! There's the spirit. You're really gonna love the concert now.... Instead, I suggest you have a drink... maybe two. Now you're smiling like everyone else, you're not worried about her shoes or his height and you just answered the stupid singer with a huge WOOOO!!!! Now your blood is pumping, you're not feeling awkward, now you're here to party.. and wow, that bass player is good. See... you need to FEEL the experience... you're not there to watch. You're there to feel!
3. Sing along.
Learn the words and sing the songs. Sing them as loud as you want.... no one can really hear you anyways. Feel the words, allow yourself to connect to the emotions that they bring up on you. The concert is an interactive event, it is not a show. We must rid ourselves of the misconception that we are going to a concert so that we can see celebrities. Real music artists are not really celebrities - they are poets, thinkers, dreamers, musicians, but most importantly, they are people. Just like you, just like me. Would you pay $50 plus service charges to go see me stand on a stage? Didn't think so. So you need to go there to embrace the experience, and you need to make it interactive. You need to let loose, forget your inhibitions, ignore who could be watching or judging you, and participate.
4. Talk to people around you.