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That time I saw Dan Deacon at the 930 club
NOTE- this was originally intended for a college class, and therefore i had to edit a few important details out. These details involve the influence of two lovely ladies- Molly and Mary Jane. If you finish this very short and hastily written essay, it should be very obvious when these lovely young ladies come into play. Enjoy!
I never imagined that a venture to a concert hosted at a decidedly visually unappealing club in DC would send me out upon its closing mesmerized and with feelings of life changing gratitude and appreciation. Upon exiting the metro near Howard University, I was immediately drowned in feelings of unease as I watched two girls fight each other in an orchestrated match with people circling around them edging them on. Hurriedly, I hustled towards the front of the group of friends and mutual friends I was with and briefly pondered about why I, a decidedly thorough introvert, had allowed my close friend to persuade me to do something so far out of my element; I knew that I didn’t like large groups of people and that there would certainly be many types of unfavorable people at this event. So why did I agree to come, and why am I unable to convince myself to just turn around and leave?
After walking into the club, I was greeted with hundreds of people, a foul odor radiating from the bathroom area, and wet floors. As per usual when I am upset or uncomfortable, I became less social and noticeably stand offish, and my close friend was quick to notice and address this. After politely brushing off his concerns, we headed towards the bar so our older friends could buy drinks before the beginning act came on. Even as the opening act came on, shouting about revolution and self discovery, I remained unimpressed and did not feel the apparent excitement and enthusiasm that the hundreds of other people around me seemed to feel as they jumped around tossing their hands into the air.
Upon noticing my continuing bad mood, my close friend once again interjected and suggested that we head towards the front of the stage so that we could really be near the heart of the event. By this time, the main artist, Dan Deacon had appeared and began setting up his electronic equipment, and since I was so close up, I was able to get a very good look at him- I wish I was not able to do so. He had a disheveled appearance, quirky countenance, and spoke in a very squeaky voice; I was not impressed. . As he began his performance which involved altered voice singing, keyboards, drums, and an assortment of other instruments that I had never seen before, a few drunken guys began intentionally shoving and pushing people, which thoroughly interfered with my enjoying the performance. This night did not seem to be getting any better.
Just as the night seemed destined for misfortune, suddenly Dan Deacon stopped the concert and instructed everyone to make room for a giant circle in the middle of the room. Next, he picked a random girl to stand in the middle of the concert and began playing the most bizarre song ever as the crowd imitated the girl’s interpretive dance moves. It was like an intense aerobic session focusing on release of inhibition, and I was amazed at how comfortable I felt. It was like I was no longer at a disgusting club full of disgusting people, but rather a spiritual place with enlightened beings full of life. I felt an unexplainable impersonal connection with everyone in that room. After the interpretive dance segment was over, the concert continued on full force, and unlike before, I was completely into it, as I danced and laughed amongst friends and strangers.
` Upon the close of the concert, I couldn’t help but fall into my habit of on-the-spot introspection. What exactly happened in that moment where my mood did an almost instant switch from annoyed and uncomfortable to happy and fulfilled? How was it possible for an introvert like me to enjoy such an extroverted activity like a concert? Will I ever know the answer to these questions? Unexpectedly, my close friend suddenly interjected into my thoughts again and told me to come on, as there was an after party to go to. At that moment, as I hurried to catch up with my friends, I realized that perhaps my over thinking and over analyzing things made things in my life far less enjoyable than they needed to be. Maybe it is when we let go of hindering feelings that we truly begin to evolve as people and understand more about life and how we all connect to each other in unexplainable ways. Taking a glance at the exuberant people around me, I then decided that I would learn the answers through open minded and fun experiences, and I wouldn’t have to do it alone.
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