February 20, 2014

Goo Goo Dolls: Magnetic



{Photos by me}

On Tuesday Pranav and I left Ottawa after work to see the Goo Goo Dolls' Magnetic concert in Kingston.

We had floor seats on the 4th row to the stage. I lucked out with those seats as I bought the tickets pretty late. My seatmate on the other side was a Hispanic guy, as Pranav pointed out, "that dude came by himself!" he said a few times to me. I was going to go solo if Pranav didn't want to come. The Goo Goo Dolls have been favorite band since I was 14 and it's not like you talk in a concert anyway. "Going to a concert by yourself, it doesn't get worst than that!" Pranav said, and I turned to him and replied, "Going to the Nazi concentration gas chamber might be worst."

The people in the two rows in front of us were older and they sat through the entire concert. Sometimes I suspect that everyone is as disingenuous as I am. Especially those in front rows who sit the entire time. It is obvious that they won their tickets through some outlet but don't really care. They were just there for the sake of going out. I don't blame them. Downtown Kingston is only 4 blocks and the town is essentially only known for its University and the prison. But I still couldn't help but resent those people that they should have given those seats to the real fans. The crazy screamers. The ones who know all the lyrics to the songs. The ones who act like they're on drugs but completely sober.

I was one of the crazy ones. It's nostalgic seeing your favorite band live, whose music was there to help you through adolescence. Through the teenage drama. Through coping with the high school crush who you were invisible to. Through friends who turned to friendemines who turned to strangers. Through broken relationships. Through the first time you discovered drinking, drugs and smoking in University. And through times you felt like nothing more than a damaged good. Hearing Johnny Rzeznik sing Slide, Black Balloon, Big Machine, Iris and Here Is Gone brought all those memories back, both good and bad.

It was a feeling that money can't buy, and definitely worth the 2 hour drive.