divendres, 4 de gener de 2013

The concert curse

There was a time (when I lived in Spain and had no money) I used to participate in every contest I came across on the Internet. Most of them were raffles to get tickets to go to concerts I was interested in. I even won some of them, and after receiving an email confirming my chance to go I realized that I had to work that day or I didn't have a way to get there. What became even more disturbing was the fact that some of the artists I refused to see started to die or have fatal accidents: Amy Winehouse was found dead in her apartment, Micah P. Hinson had a car crush, and so on. Even though I would never recognize to be superstitious in any kind of way, I even imagined myself on a possibly remote past life winning tickets to see the Beatles, not going and watching on TV how John Lennon got shot a week after; or refusing a ticket to see Joy Division and hearing about Ian Curtis suicide after a while. I promised myself not to decline any opportunity that life had to offer me (I know, it got me in a pretty intense moment of my life). After that I had to deal with some boring concerts, but it also brought me some incredible opportunities and crazy situations. Some of which I attempt to write about here.