This past Wednesday was an angsty, teenage dream come true.
I FINALLY got to see one of my absolute favourite bands perform live – BLINK 182!
I’ve loved them ever since I was, like, thirteen or something ridiculous.
Plus, The All American Rejects and A Day to Remember opened for them! I mean, if that’s not money well spent, then I don’t know what is!
Let me tell you a bit about how this transpired:
I first heard that Blink was releasing a new album when I was back in England and I assumed it must be a rumour. BUT THEN….
I stumbled across an article in April confirming that their new album was to come out on the 1st of July and that they’d be going on tour.
Naturally, I scoured the internet trying to find out where and when I could buy tickets (what else does one do in that sort of situation?!), and discovered that they would go on sale in May.
I immediately snatched up two tickets the day they became available for purchase: One for myself and one for my sorority sister and dear friend, Lydia.
Lyd had mentioned to me in the past that she enjoyed the odd tune of the punk-rock-angsty-teen variety and she has always been incredibly supportive of all of my endeavours (including my decision to move across the planet to pursue my dreams), so I wanted to do a little something extra to show her that I appreciate her.
Now that you know how we ended up amongst a massive group of people “who say they listen to the punk rock,” let me give you a little glimpse of what one of the best days of my life was like:
Once Lyd got to my house, we hopped in my car and started to make our way to Blossom Music Centre, which is about a 40 minute drive from where I live. Once we got there, we had to get through the nightmare that is parking and then make our way to the main venue space, consisting of a massive pavilion that includes a stage and loads of seats, and a lawn area where the majority of concert-goers stand or bring blankets to sit on for the performance.
Upon entering the lawn area, we were greeted by the sound of “Dirty Little Secret” by The All American Rejects. We maneuvered through the mass amounts of people until we found an ideal empty spot that gave us a perfect view of the stage.
As we listened to songs that brought us back to the days when we would sit up in our rooms feeling too complex to be understood, we noticed a group next to us that were shoving each other as they ran around in a circle – a mosh pit.
To be frank, it just looked like a really violent version of Ring Around the Rosie.
After awhile, all of the people who had been surrounding the mosh pit seemed to inch away from it to create a small barrier of space between themselves and the commotion.
Because everyone moved over a bit, Lyd and I did not have to give up our spot and our little lawn-haven just shifted to the left.
Once the opening acts were finished, we anxiously awaited the entrance of Mark Hoppus, Travis Barker and Matt Skiba.
During that period of anticipation, it started to POUR. But, the show must go on, right?
Plus, that’s sort of part of the experience of seeing a show at Blossom – ignoring the fact that there are puddles in your shoes while you listen to dank tunes. That should really be their slogan.
“I got no regret right now – I’m feeling this!”
Not to sound super cringe, but tears did well up in my eyes.
They played tune after tune, mate. There was not a single song that I was disappointed to hear.
During one of my favourite songs, “First Date,” the guys standing behind Lydia and me said, “Are those people throwing spaghetti?”
That was not a typo.
People were literally throwing spaghetti in the air.
I’m sure you now have a lot of questions:
- “Where did they get the spaghetti?”
- “Were the noodles angel hair?”
- “What possessed them to throw it?”
- “Why were people leaving the rogue noodles in their hair like it was a fashion statement?”
All good questions, but I do not have answers for any of them.
As the beautiful men on stage began to play another of my most loved songs in the history of music, “What’s My Age Again,” I noticed Lydia pulling a strange face.
When I looked over at her, she pointed to a spot of sauce on her shirt and then to a meatball on the ground.
SHE GOT HIT BY A MEATBALL.
This was one of those things that make you feel like you need to pinch yourself to make sure you’re alive.
I genuinely had to take a moment.
Am I really listening to Blink182 while watching my friend wipe pasta sauce off her shirt and kick a meatball away from her?
Yes, yes I am.
After that little fiasco, we continued to enjoy the amazing performance all the way to the moment that was the icing on the angsty-cake…
“All The Small Things.”
This was truly one of the best days of my life and it really helped remind me not to take myself too seriously and to make every night feel like it will last forever (bonus points if you know which songs I just referenced).
I hope you enjoyed reading about this life experience and would love to hear about your favourite concert you’ve ever been to in the comments!