I am not an adventurous person by nature. The unknown freaks me out, and I prefer routine to chaos.
That meant that when I moved to Portland in the fall of 2003 and saw a tour poster for The Art of Rock 2 including Nile, Vader, and Amon Amarth, and I felt like I HAD to go, I almost backed out because I had no one to go with! Daniel was still in Idaho, I had only just met my roommates, and I didn’t know anybody in town with my same musical tastes.
My roommate convinced me to just GO, and man, I was so glad I did.
Here’s an excerpt from a recap I wrote post-show:
THEN, I had the coolest thing EVER happen to me! I was just standing there by myself, and I turned around and immediately recognized this guy.
This was weird, because I really don’t know anyone from Portland. There was a small circle of people around him, and it finally dawned on me that it was the huge blonde guy from NILE! So when he went over to the FYE table, I followed him. He was signing stuff over there so I got in line. I got to shake his hand, and he signed my ticket, and I told him that Daniel was really jealous that I was there because he couldn’t go. Karl was like, man, that sucks. You should have told him to come down for the weekend. I was like, yeah, I know, but he had to work. So then he asks me my name, and shook my hand again, and told me thanks for coming. I WAS SO STOKED!
(No judging, I was barely 18 and still a total idiot.)
But still totally awesome! I went to a death metal show, BY MYSELF, in a new city, and met the lead singer of a band I really liked. It showed me that I could do things by myself in a new city, and I didn’t have to let opportunities pass me by because I didn’t want to be adventurous.
(This blog post is part of a May challenge at theqbee.net.)