The stadium's massive size is only contested by the wall of sound the emanates from the crowd bellow. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people raise their hands as one as the band steps onto the stage. Bodies surge forward in a irresistibly press that compacts the once spacious floor to the first two hundred feet noise made manifest just before the scaffolding of the stage. It's a primal sound, one of excitement and anticipation that only rises to new heights as the lead singer takes up the mic. A partial hush falls over the crowd as he speaks, expressing thanks to those who have come and asks for a moment of silence for those who could not join in this moment. The crowd obliges and for a moment, just a moment, the silence is so complete it downs out the echos of the last words uttered before the request.
Then, with a chest thundering base, the music begins.
When you're in a crowd like that it's like you're part of a collective, every one's moving in their own way but it's all to the same beat. Everyone knows the words to the song and everyone, or at least most of the fans, sing along. You'd be hard pressed to find another group that shares the same mind in a single moment as those that are watching their favorite band live.
As I belt out the last lines of one of my favorite songs in the relative safety of my car I can't help but smile a little. I may not be right there, in that moment, but at least I have the CD to keep reminding me what it was like.
Nice shift from concert to concert CD--that sort of thing is cinematic, dramatic, and literary as well.
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