foster the people.

 photos by izzy ~ flickr
props to izzy for taking such great pictures in a huge, congested crowd!

I firmly believe that money spent on concert tickets is money well-spent. Clothes and material possessions are obviously lots of fun (who doesn't love coming home with bags full of new things?), but spending money on experiences as opposed to tangible things almost always result in an indescribable amount of long-lasting happiness. When I get a new top, my excitement dies after a few hours. When I get a bottle of Vitamin Water, my excitement dies in less than a minute, because by then, I've drank it all. But with a concert, the adrenaline rush and fan-girly devotion to your favourite band doesn't just start when they appear on stage, and it certainly doesn't stop after the final song and the raucous applause. 

Firstly, the lead up to a concert is obviously loads of fun. In my experience, the six hours before the actual concert provide sufficient entertainment; getting ready with the girls, sharpie-ing all over each other, standing in line for ages armed with bags of fast food, it's great fun. And let's not forget the end of a concert; piling into a cab, gushing with enthusiasm (and sweat), raving about how sexy the lead singer is and subconsciously launching into the primary stages of "Post Concert Depression," which is a mental illness that lasts anywhere from a week to two months after a concert.

On the 14th of January, I was lucky enough to attend Foster The People: Live in Singapore. And even if I tried, I can't tell you how incredibly amazing that night was. I lost my voice, head-banged in a jostling crowd until I couldn't breathe, almost passed out, got really emotional and cried a lot, danced like a crazy person, met new people, sung my little heart out, sweat until my clothes were saturated, and had a heck of a night with some really great girls. 

So please, the next time you're lucky enough to have an artist you love playing in your town or city, screw the comprehensive saving scheme for that new bag/wallet/pair of heels. Screw the fact that you've got next to nothing in your savings. Grab your best friends and go for it, and I'm telling you this for your own sake. Because what you're really paying for isn't just a ticket; it's an experience and a collection of memories guaranteed to last, and those are things that you can't put a price tag on. 

What do you think of concerts: do you prefer to spend money on clothes or shoes? Have you seen any incredible artists/bands live?

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