Published on 12, July, 2020
Me -yep, plenty.
Music is one of the few things that keeps me alive. I sometimes contemplate the concerts I got dragged to by my partner at the time, as a youngster in the 80s.
I was there but not there, if you get me. While the thousands in the crowd at Manchester Apollo jumped out of their seats, punching the air, making devil horns, playing air-guitars and head-banging - I stood there like a block of wood feeling super mega uncomfortable and bewildered. I would always white out and can't remember a single thing from any of those gigs. All I also remember from Donington back then were the awful horrendous toilets and the panic about getting back through a ginormous sea of tens of thousands of people to get back to my partner! Why didn't I take photos? Keep souvenirs? - I have no idea, other than that I was there, but not there.
I came across some photos online a few months back that someone had uploaded from Donington at that time and weirdly (in a where's waldo moment), I was able to pick us out in the ginormous crowd of teeny tiny people!! And yet, I remember almost nothing about it!
Pity I can't go back though with the knowledge I have now!
I seem to have a lot of regrets I often think back and wish I did something differently like it would make a big difference.
My therapist says this is unhealthy so now I try not to focus too much on regrets
But then I think the things that happen and things we do shape us in to who we become so I guess it's not all bad stuff because we learn from it.
Nice to see you back Goosey.