The Watsky Concert and the Occurrences of that Night

Also a long time on this post, but hush your faces because at least it is here now.

          So this night was absolutely incredible, this was the best concert I have ever been to. The concert was George Watsky, a poet, a rapper, and public speaker. Those seem very odd to be all together in one person but I am telling you it works very well. I put him as one of my favorite artist before this concert because it was just the way that he had with words didn't put him in that traditional category of rappers talking about drinking, parting, women and a vast amount of money they have but it now nothing to them. I put him in a category I like to call Smart Rap, raps that are in this have a story and tell it throughout the song.
        So I will start telling the story from early that night, I was going to the concert with one of my good mates from up here Schyler, shout out to Schyler, and we figured that if the concert started at 8 that we would leave at around 6 giving us enough time to walk down there get inside and find a cozy place. Maybe even find the merch table and buy a shirt; something I like to do at each concert I go to as a was to remember it. So as Schyler and I make it to Old Town the temperature is below thirty degrees; our ears are freezing and our breath is visible. We get to the venue and we walk in, we get pretty far before a man approaches us and says that there is wedding on and that we could come back at around 7:30. as we leave there is a man that I perceived to be homeless in front of the building. So now Schyler and I are in Old Town, in the cold, with nothing to do for an hour and a half. We walk around trying to kill time, we get something to eat, play games on our phone and, visit a local Safeway, and return a little before 7:30 to make sure we have a good spot. At this point we see there is a group first in line and then a single individual by herself. We take our place in the cold line, I turn to Schyler pointing out that the homeless man we saw earlier was actually saving a place for the rest of the group that was at the front. This man was there at least a hour and a half earlier, maybe even more. So even if Schyler and I would have got in line when we first got there we still would have been at least the sixth and seventh people in.
          Waiting in line the clock strike 8 and everyone starts to get ready to run in and get their spot. Then suddenly...nothing happens, the doors don't open and people wonder what is happening. At 8:05 a man comes out and says things are taking a little longer to take things down and doors should open at 8:15. At 8:15 a women comes out and says they are still setting up, she apologizes to the line and starts to hand out Cd's to the first 20 or so people. We finally got let in after multiple people telling us it will just be a bit at 8:50.

          The place we found to watch the concert was incredible, being the third "group" in we got amazing spots. "OH what is that don't believe me? Well here you go." You might think to yourself "What am I looking at?", the answer is you are looking at a photo of my hand TOUCHING THE STAGE; ya that's right I was front row. I was so happy about our spot it was almost embarrassing; I was all giddy and I had a big ol'smile. This moment would be should lived though. As the concert started people started to come closer to the stage and this one pair of people had the nerve to literally just push us out of the way by very aggressively sliding in front of us. They took advantage of how awkward and nice I am. The couple ended up leaving before Watsky was on but this  other group came over and very nicely asked that they couldn't see and if they could share our space. I yes only to regret it later but at least my hand was still touching the stage.
           One of the openers was very good probably just as good as Watsky, he went by Adam raps/ A-1. My favorite song was a tie between a song that satirically kept using Charlie Sheens' "Winning" and a song that used the theme song from the kids show All That that was one in the 90's.

          Watsky's Concert I will forget, he puts on the shows and everything he does by himself. He doesn't have a label and pays for everything out of his own pocket with the success he has made himself. Which is very respectable alone; Watsky really enjoys his audience and reacts to them. Not like other bands that say that the audience is the best and this is the best show they have ever done, or maybe every I show I have ever been to have been the best for them, I don't know. Watsky went into the crowd during the first song an then another two times during the show.

          The spot that I was in turned out to be perfect, there was a gap between two speaker and Watsky used that as a small walkway to get even closer to the audience, at time he was probably as far away as to are to whatever to are reading this blog on...seriously that close, it was so cool.  After I saw Watsky pick up the camera of another man and pointed the camera at his face and the audience from on stage while it was recording I decided to try a similar thing. What did happen was he got inches away from the lens and looked directly at it.
          I hope I will never forget this concert; not that I think I will I mean I am writing a blog about it and I bought a sticker and a shirt from the merch table. While at the merch table the lady told Schyler and I that Watsky was going to come out in a little and meet some of the fans. we waited patiently and then this happened.

Myself and Watsky (top)
Myself and A-1 (bottom)

Your Going to Get Into an Accident Late at Night, But in Reality It Is Only Like Six, However it Feels Like Midnight

          Wow, I really shouldn't have waited to do this. But we are past that and we are moving forward. So awhile ago, I was going to go back down to my high school to see a play, since I was in the theatre at my school and I miss that family I was part of. But being the first year student that I am how was i going to get down there? Well that is where my very good pal Brian (shout out to Barnold) comes in, the person he is he didn't even hesitate when I asked for a ride (even though I live about a hour away from him). and then once he got me we were going to drive about and hour and a half to get back to Centennial.
          I am going to interrupt this story for a second to tell you about a theory that I have about myself. The theory goes that if I have to travel somewhere and it is important to me the weather will inhibit me. It is like the clouds are angry at me and they test me to see how bad I really want this. Most times I have tried to go home this year to see my family the weather out of nowhere I might add decides to snow really hard. The best example I can think of though is when it was Caite and myself's anniversary, one whole year is pretty good by itself but we happened to continue to date while she went off to college. So I really wanted to see her, so being me I decided that I wasn't going to go to school on that Friday and drive up there and take her out on a date. Oh ya but around that time those clouds up in the clouds decided it cant just be a nice day to do this, it has to be a blizzard. A HUGE blizzard so instead of driving I had to take four buses and a light rail to get up and it took about 5 hours.
          So back to the story, As the days get closer the weather starts to get a little funky and then the reports say expect snow on the day we were leaving... great. But Brian is a person of word and he drove through the snow and got up to Fort Collins, he picked up another one of my good friend , Cole, and myself and we were on the road again.
          Time goes by and the road were pretty nice and then we ran into the storm. Snow started falling hard, visibility decreased, and the road got coated in ice and a layer of slick slush. The next part of this story I hope to never forget. As we are the descent of a hill stuck in traffic the song changes to  "Too Much- Sufjan Stevens", and we are all laughing. But then the car two in front of us hits its brakes and then the car in front of us does the same. So we do, but something is wrong now, the car in front brakes more. Brian has to slam the brake hard now and we start to fish tail one way to the let then to the right and then back. I don't think I have ever seen someone so in control of a situation while it is also just getting worse and worse. Our car is closing in fast on the one in front, Brian takes the wheel and cranks left, the only chance we had to avoid an accident was to take it into the median. So off road we go, pavement turns to dirt under the tires and we come to a stop finally after a very stressful time.
          Then we just got back on the road and kept on driving, yup just like that. Stupid? yes but we wanted to see that play. Bet you want to story to be all sunshine from here right? Well we did to but no such luck happened.
          Setting: A very dark night, cars on a highway, the hardest snow ever. I wanted to just not go to the play and just pull over but we just kept on rolling. At this point, one of us asks what time it is worried that we might not make to the play because we had been on the road for hours and now it seemed like we could make the very end. A voice answers "It's like six.", a response "Seriously  I thought it was like midnight.", the first voice "I know right! but nope it is like six".
          So Big thank you to Brian because I'm alive and we did make it to that play. Which was very good and it was great to see everyone that I hadn't been in contact with in such a long time.