“Buy the tickets.”
“You sure? I’m gonna be pissed if I buy these and then you can’t go.”
“Buy the tickets.”
-Katie and Joe, bringing you realistic relationship goals since 2009
Joe and I decided recently that we want to work on being more spontaneous and adventurous. We’re the type of couple to overthink and meticulously plan everything, and frankly we were getting bored and boring. I want to live in my twenties, and I did not do a whole lot of that in university. Which is fine, but that’s finished now. It’s time for a change.
This thinking may have played a small part in our decision to spontaneously spend nearly $200 (total, not apiece) on Twenty-One Pilots tickets 3 days before the concert last week.
I felt so reckless clicking the “submit payment” button on StubHub. There I was, spending too much money on last minute tickets for a band I had only just recently become obsessed with, and I was 100% not sorry about it. It might be the first thing I’ve done that made me feel like I was properly 23 years old. Life is short, right? Buy the tickets.
So we did. And then we went to Hot Topic to buy proper merch to wear to the show, because I don’t do shit half way.
Then I spent the next 2 days learning as many lyrics as I could; have I mentioned I have kind of a remarkable memory for movie quotes and song lyrics? Comes in handy every now and then.
We (read: Joe) accidentally took the long way and got to the theater a good hour later than I had hoped. Traffic was backed up over a mile from the venue, but all around us people had their windows down and were blasting Twenty-One Pilot songs through their speakers. I love that part. One of my favorite feelings is going to a concert and being surrounded by thousands of people who love the same music you love. They might all be completely different from you in ten thousand different ways, but you share this one overlap, and you get to jump and sing and scream together for a few hours like a giant family.
As we waited for our lane to move forward people in the van to the right of us started shouting. I couldn’t make out what they said the first time, and didn’t think much of it. Then they shouted again as they pulled up next to us.
“YEAH! FEEL THE BERN!!”
I love my bumper sticker almost as much as I love awesome encounters with total strangers.
The last time I went to a show at the DTE Music Theater it was still called Pine Knob. I think it was when my Dad took my brother and I to see Styx and Def Leopard. 10 years ago at the very least. It was Joe’s first show there ever, which I find absolutely baffling.
Once we’d scoped out a spot with a fantastic view of the pillar directly in front of center stage, we dropped our blanket to mark our territory and headed to the bar where I vastly overpaid for something fruity with a lot of vodka in it. Not enough, however, to get me even remotely tipsy, much to my own disappointment. I’m the tiniest heavyweight you’ve ever met, to be honest.
It was just starting to get dark when Twenty-One Pilots finally came out. We knew pretty much immediately that our last minute decision to buy tickets had been a fabulous life choice. I’ve been to a lot of concerts, and Twenty-One Pilots was, without a doubt, the greatest live show I have ever seen. Tyler and Josh are not just musicians; they are performance artists. It was fucking magical.
I keep joking that I should just become a candid shot concert photographer, because I always tend to get a few really cool photos completely on accident. We were as far back from the stage as you could possibly get, but my camera has a killer zoom on it.
I have kind of a thing for shoulder/back/upper arm muscles. So, naturally, I also have kind of a thing for Josh. Because yum, am I right?
Reasons to spend the cash on hella good seats for Twenty-One Pilots shows: Tyler runs out over the front of the crowd in a giant hamster ball. Noted for next time.
I didn’t get a picture of it, because my camera had died by then, but for the last song they had the people in the front hold up 2 wooden planks and 2 bass drums. Tyler and Josh stood on the planks and banged on those drums as the lights went crazy and confetti fell from the ceiling. Like I said: fucking magical.
I feel like Twenty-One Pilots is one of those groups that you go from knowing nothing about to being completely obsessed with in about as long as it takes to listen to one song. I’m not sure why they grabbed so much that I decided to spend more money on a ticket to see them than I’ve spent on any other concert, despite knowing all of like 5 songs at the time. I think it is partially because I can relate to so many of the songs so well- nearly everything Tyler writes is about his experiences with anxiety and depression. But even so, spending so much money on a whim is very, very out of character for me. And I do not regret it in the slightest.
Sometimes a little reckless spontaneity goes a long way. May it be the first of many.
And also, never underestimate the power of a camera with a killer zoom.
I ponder of something great.
My lungs will fill and then deflate.
They fill with fire;
I know its dire, my time today.
I have these thought so often I ought
To replace that slot with what I once bought.
‘Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence.
– Car Radio, Twenty-One Pilots