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Thursday, September 19, 2013
On a recent Friday night, I sat in a cushioned chair at the Roanoke Performing Arts Theatre and listened to Willie Nelson croon. I was so comfortable that it brought to mind some very uncomfortable memories.
During my first concert ever, Guns ‘n' Roses at the Roanoke Civic Center, I almost fell asleep because Axl Rose was hours late coming on stage.
My first show with my concert-loving husband was Cracker at The Pit in the Outer Banks. I was crushed against the stage, front and center, where I danced until I got so claustrophobic I went outside and collapsed on the ground.
At the Black Crowes show at Washington & Lee several years ago, I ended up on a random couch in the empty rear of the shed venue. Exhaustion and heat drove me to break away from the pack. I could hear "She Talks to Angels" just fine from that ratty couch.
At Yo La Tengo in Charlottesville last year, I pretended to be enjoying myself as I stood through the first set, then snuck off to the uppermost balcony with a cold beer.
I'll still be front and center at some shows (Cracker; Southern Culture on the Skids), but there's something to be said for taking a load off. I used to figure that sitting down at concerts was for old fogeys. If that's true, then I've always been an old fogey at heart.
- Lindsey Nair