I rarely decide on a new challenge since my blogging days are really full as it is, but Nope, Not Pam (last week) and Sunra Rainz prompted me to have a try at a new prompt. Each week writer Sammi Cox proposes the word and the length and off we go. This week it’s mirror in 95 words.
Death by concert We have come a long way. Woodstock was huger than huge. There people stormed in for free too. Did someone die? I think someone was born. A mirror to society: “People are dying. Stop the concert.” “No.” They say he signed a contract for an exclusive documentary after the fact. An early comment to the tweet which informs me of the concert deaths reads: “Everything was laced with Fentanyl.” No need for that. A concert can kill you just like that. By reckless organisers. Incompetent security. Greed. Or just plain peer pressure. Ask Pearl Jam. (Dedicated to all the dead and injured at the Astroworld festival crush. It should have never happened.)
For me, concerts and live music are of major importance. I have heard Pearl Jam play ten times (for example, here is the full show from Hyde Park 2010), Therapy? maybe not quite as often, and attended numerous other big and small gigs. Since the pandemic started, I’ve only been to two small outdoor shows. I can no longer see myself in the crowd.
I rarely take photos during a show since I prefer to enjoy it (and don’t pack my camera), but if it’s an outdoor, free event I might. Or only crappy but beloved phone photos remain of the day. Here are some from the last decade. The last photo was not taken by me or in my company. I wish.
This day in my blogging history
2014: Sculptures by Philip Jackson (not my photo)
2014: Anna Louise and Anton (Pünktchen und Anton, 1931), an early favourite