Music is one of my favourite things – it’s actually something that I look forward to every day. I listen to Spotify or the radio on my drive to and from work and on my way home in particular, I love nothing more than turning up the volume and belting out a good tune.
It’s a mood pleaser, isn’t it? Well, I suppose it depends on the kind of music you listen to but I mostly listen to feel-good tracks that make you feel upbeat.
And music feels like it’s always been a big part of my life. I remember my mum playing loud music in the house as we were growing up and I remember listening to Nirvana on a cassette tape to and from school. I have loved going to festivals in the past too – Glastonbury and Reading, as well as smaller, more underground festivals.
Rob and I have always gone to gigs together. We’re lucky that we have similar taste when it comes to music (completely different taste when it comes to most other things). Whether it’s a band we love or an up-and-coming group touring to make a name for themselves, we’re spoilt for choice when it comes to the punk/rock/metal/folk/indie scene in Brighton.
We don’t go to as many gigs as we used to, and I think that’s partly down to being out of the loop – I used to subscribe to loads of venue and promoter email subscriptions but I recently unsubscribed to loads of things as I was constantly drowning in emails. And we’re less likely to go to a gig in London now unless it’s a band we really love. I guess it feels like a big effort on a school night for a mediocre band, or one we don’t know, not to mention the time and expense of travelling there (especially with all the Southern Rail shenanigans right now).
But last weekend we went to see Gnarwolves and Dead Swans at a small venue in Brighton. They’re both home-grown bands and although we’ve seen Dead Swans before, we haven’t seen Gnarwolves. I’d heard of them but had never really looked into them. I guess you’d describe them both as hardcore punk, with Gnarwolves being a little softer and more melodic.
I think we both noticed almost immediately that the majority of the crowd looked about 18 years old. And about halfway through Dead Swans’ set, we both started complaining a little about our legs and feet aching. As I used to work in retail in my teens, I was used to standing in one spot for hours on end, but I’m not so used to it now.
Rob was complaining about being shoved around between sets (although we were standing in prime pathways) and I got annoyed when someone shoved into me and spilt about half a pint all over my chest.
It made us feel really old.
We really loved the gig, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure a lot of this stuff would have bothered us before. The point of going to a gig is to dance around and get a bit sweaty right? Having the odd drink spilled over you or thrown over the pit and being shoved around is part and parcel.
I don’t know it’s because we felt older than everyone or it’s just that we don’t go to gigs quite as often now, but there was a definite emotional shift in us.
And yet I always thought we’d be going to gigs till we were in our sixties.
Are gigs a young person’s game?