I couldn’t even remember the last concert I attended anymore. This weekend I went to my first standing concert in a long time, and if I don’t say how long it’s not a fault of information, but I really don’t know. I found myself holding in my hands a ticket without numbered seats, after almost two years since the last time.
I walk through the door and, overcoming that barrier, especially the sound barrier, that divides the entrance from the stage, I realize that I have unlearnt the job of going to concerts. I keep moving my head looking like an owl all around, as if I had motion sensors that make me move every time someone does around me. When I arrive the first live show of the evening has already started. I hardly ever get to do that, I’ve always wanted to have the best seats to watch what “those setting up the instruments” were doing, at the top of my useless ranking of concert types.
I’ve been to several gigs in the last few months, at clubs or bars equipped to have some DJs play. The entertainment exhibited and the music just a convenient alternative to silence. Now I’m at a real concert, like the ones I used to go to I don’t know how long ago, and I realize that what changes is the plane on which the music moves, and the involvement, this time factual.
I register different movements of the people around me. I haven’t been to any concerts with chairs in recent months, but as stationary constraints, perhaps it was normal for bodies to get stuck. Under the stage, standing, I tried to re-educate myself to that context, people were moving without serving the penalty of a pitch booked with Dice or Ticketone. I watched backs moving under the stage for all the square meters of the Magnolia, and the chins of all these sunflowers slightly upward, dragged by the contact with the light beams of the stage. The even visual relationship with the music, and a proximity to which I was no longer accustomed, were heralding the return of standing concerts.
The concert, standing, is a different experience from other forms of entertainment. It’s the music in its physical dimension, view clouded by smoke and the guy taller than you standing in front, evocative beers and me waiting after the last song for the singer to come back on stage, standing.
The photos were taken during “TOUGH AS YOU FEST”, the music festival organized at Circolo Magnolia in Milan in collaboration between Dr. Martens and MIAMI.