Today Deafinitely Girly has very bad hearing, although this is not why her post is late…
Last night I went to a gig where there was loud music played by cute boys with bad hair, people jumping and beer spilling in vast quantities. There may also have been rum… ho-hum
I did the responsible (and prematurely middle-aged) thing and dutifully wore earplugs throughout, to protect what little hearing I have left, and bopped about with the best of them. But they didn’t work and today everything sounds a bit flat and a lot quieter. Poor fragile ears…
But it really was great, and I have to admit I was sceptical. After all, let’s not forget that the last gig I went to, not including the lovely Jose Gonzalez, was
Steps – in 2001 – when I was old enough to know better.
I remember the very first pop concert I ever went to was Boyzone at Cardiff Arena – I went with Best Friend and Girly with Squeaky Voice and I had no idea what to expect. I wasn’t expecting every single teenage girl in the place to scream the whole way through. Collectively I could hear them and I could also lipread them – they looked like a mass gathering of The Scream painting by Edvard Munch and not a whole lot prettier either as Shockwaves wet-look gel was very much in fashion at that time.
I wore earplugs to that too, but I was desperate to know how loud it really was so I took them out... and fell over – as I often do when I hear loud noises. I was so mortified that I have never removed my earplugs at a concert again just in case there’s a repeat. Had I done it last night, I would have been nicely Carling covered and probably jumped on.
Climbing Friend, who booked the tickets, took precautions anyway and ensured I had guys flanking me at all times to catch me if I fell… oh such a hard life I lead.
There were some quite cute ones there too, including Jason, Joe, Alex and Jack to name but a few.