On Sunday afternoon Matthew and I left the kids at home with my brother, picked up three friends of hours and headed to the coast. We had bought tickets for the David Crowder concert a few months ago and had been looking forward to it ever since. Driving three hours for a concert may seem a little loco, but it really isn’t that crazy. The true insanity was when the concert ended at 10 pm; we all piled back into the van and then drove the three hours back home. Yes. Yes, we did.
We wouldn’t make such a trip for just any band. We get our fair share of great musicians who tour here in the Okanagan. We saw the Barenaked Ladies (the band, not the strip club employees) a few years ago and had a great night out last winter at a Jann Arden concert (We sat front row centre!) In fact, a few of us girls are going to see Jann again next month. We’ve seen a number of musicians play at local pubs and restaurants; we love to listen to live music and are lucky to have so many opportunities to do so close to home.
The David Crowder Band has been a favorite of ours for years and we’ve never had the opportunity to see them. The closest they were coming to us was Abbotsford and so a whirlwind road trip was planned. Everyone (including my brother) had to work on Monday, which meant that staying over was not an option. We didn’t crawl into bed until almost 2am early Monday morning. I spent the entire day with my eyeballs on fire, my stomach churning with nausea and my head pounding to a steady rhythm. I didn’t look too hot, either. I was Monday Meh personified. The question is, was it worth it?
I don’t know how you feel about music, but everyone likes music to some degree. If you don’t like music in any form I will have to assume that your heart consists of blackened coal. For me, music is a large part of my life. I listen to music when I get ready in the morning, when I work, when I cook meals, when I’m driving…pretty much during anything that I’m doing. Some songs make me contemplative, some bring back fond memories, some make me heart smile. So, yeah. Music is a huge part of my life and of how I make it through the day. Live music is on a whole ‘nother level. Every time we see someone live I wonder why we don’t see more concerts than we already do or maybe spend a summer following some of our favorite bands around. I’m kidding. Maybe.
It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling a bit over here. Some things are external and beyond my control. Some things are internal and have been going through my mind over and over and over. I wondered this past week if I was going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I’m not out buying sports cars or a new wardrobe that would be better suited for a teenager but I’ve just been feeling…unsettled. A night spent with good friends listening to music that not only pleased the ears but also soothed my soul was exactly what I needed. Despite the lack of sleep I feel refreshed, renewed and refocused.
I feel good. I will probably feel amazing once I finally get caught up on my sleep. I’m getting far too old for that late night/early morning bedtime nonsense.
*David Crowder Band. Who else? It seemed fitting.