WebKittyn Warbles
Monday, August 30, 2004
Saved by a Concert
I think the closest I ever came to being really depressed was in the mid 90's. Nothing had really happened, I was single and not unhappy with that but life just suddenly became all around empty and I got really down. Down like I had never been before, it was creepy.
I had gotten tickets to a Moody Blues concert, that was the year we saw them like 4 times that Summer. This one was up a mountain in NY, it's a ski resort but in the Summer they have concerts.
I was going with Fay, she had this blue old clunker of a car but I didn't feel like driving so she did. I remember we had to drive up the mountain to get to the concert area and her car kept scraping rocks on the bottom, we didn't know if we were going to make it. Ski resort, big hill.
We got to the top of the mountain and found a suitable place to park. Opened the windows and all of a sudden I smelled pot. We looked around and I swear it seemed like EVERY car on the mountain was toking up. We got out of the car and were sitting on the hood breathing in the air.
A van pulled up next to us and the door opened and about five guys got out. Ok, radar up. Fay and I looked at each other like let the games begin.. Of course they started talking to us and soon we were all sitting around smoking and playing the radio and laughing.
It was the first time in ages I felt relaxed and no, it wasn't the weed. The top of a glorious mountain, your best friend, a cloud of smoke drifting over the cars and a group of friendly guys.
I got to talking to one of them, it got into a pretty intense conversation pretty quickly as he noticed my obvious distress and sarcasm and he came at me with some pretty wild shit about dealing with life.
It was bizarre, it was somewhat metaphysical. This stranger on this mountain being able to hit me so directly with just what I needed to hear even though I didn't know it. We hung out for an hour and by the time we said goodbye I was having this epiphany..
This was also the first time in my life I had ever had to use a porta-potty. Being the dumbass that I am I had to look down and I almost threw up. That was also the last time in my life I have used a porta-potty, may that continue.
The concert itself was a religious experience. No other band has ever been able to touch my core as deeply as the Moody Blues. So many of their songs are sacred to me, they get to my heart and they do things to my mind and soul. Being on the mountain under a tarp, stoned and still reeling from the pre-concert conversations, the whole experience changed me.
When they started to do "Question" I just lost it and broke down, much to Fay's horror. It wasn't sadness, it was the purging of the sadness and the letting go of the bad. As the music went along, the hope returned. As hokey as it
sounds, it happened just like that. I cried it all out and when the song ended I no longer felt depressed.
By the time the concert ended I felt like a new person who had been freed. The mountain still smelled like a giant pot plant and the stars were out en masse and I felt like my feet weren't even touching the ground. I felt good.
The guys were waiting at the van when we got there and we exchanged numbers and hugs but the one I had been so stunned by was gone. They said he met up with some other friends and went with them but to me that only clinched the whole mystical end of the night. Out of nowhere appears one who sees to clearly into me and speaks of it and then is gone after? Sorry, I've never believed in coincidence.
Life after the concert got better. It wasn't a dream, I had to work to keep the skies bright but they did indeed stay bright. And when I would start to falter I would put on the Moody Blues and close my eyes and see the mystery seer talking to me and the strength would return.
I think I could use a good afternoon session now of just me and the Moody Blues. I feel the strength wavering. Too many damn tests lately.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me...
I had gotten tickets to a Moody Blues concert, that was the year we saw them like 4 times that Summer. This one was up a mountain in NY, it's a ski resort but in the Summer they have concerts.
I was going with Fay, she had this blue old clunker of a car but I didn't feel like driving so she did. I remember we had to drive up the mountain to get to the concert area and her car kept scraping rocks on the bottom, we didn't know if we were going to make it. Ski resort, big hill.
We got to the top of the mountain and found a suitable place to park. Opened the windows and all of a sudden I smelled pot. We looked around and I swear it seemed like EVERY car on the mountain was toking up. We got out of the car and were sitting on the hood breathing in the air.
A van pulled up next to us and the door opened and about five guys got out. Ok, radar up. Fay and I looked at each other like let the games begin.. Of course they started talking to us and soon we were all sitting around smoking and playing the radio and laughing.
It was the first time in ages I felt relaxed and no, it wasn't the weed. The top of a glorious mountain, your best friend, a cloud of smoke drifting over the cars and a group of friendly guys.
I got to talking to one of them, it got into a pretty intense conversation pretty quickly as he noticed my obvious distress and sarcasm and he came at me with some pretty wild shit about dealing with life.
It was bizarre, it was somewhat metaphysical. This stranger on this mountain being able to hit me so directly with just what I needed to hear even though I didn't know it. We hung out for an hour and by the time we said goodbye I was having this epiphany..
This was also the first time in my life I had ever had to use a porta-potty. Being the dumbass that I am I had to look down and I almost threw up. That was also the last time in my life I have used a porta-potty, may that continue.
The concert itself was a religious experience. No other band has ever been able to touch my core as deeply as the Moody Blues. So many of their songs are sacred to me, they get to my heart and they do things to my mind and soul. Being on the mountain under a tarp, stoned and still reeling from the pre-concert conversations, the whole experience changed me.
When they started to do "Question" I just lost it and broke down, much to Fay's horror. It wasn't sadness, it was the purging of the sadness and the letting go of the bad. As the music went along, the hope returned. As hokey as it
sounds, it happened just like that. I cried it all out and when the song ended I no longer felt depressed.
By the time the concert ended I felt like a new person who had been freed. The mountain still smelled like a giant pot plant and the stars were out en masse and I felt like my feet weren't even touching the ground. I felt good.
The guys were waiting at the van when we got there and we exchanged numbers and hugs but the one I had been so stunned by was gone. They said he met up with some other friends and went with them but to me that only clinched the whole mystical end of the night. Out of nowhere appears one who sees to clearly into me and speaks of it and then is gone after? Sorry, I've never believed in coincidence.
Life after the concert got better. It wasn't a dream, I had to work to keep the skies bright but they did indeed stay bright. And when I would start to falter I would put on the Moody Blues and close my eyes and see the mystery seer talking to me and the strength would return.
I think I could use a good afternoon session now of just me and the Moody Blues. I feel the strength wavering. Too many damn tests lately.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me...
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