I wish you could've been there, sitting next to me.
Under the moonlight, sipping on some coffee.
Simply enjoying the bands play after a long day
with the lights twinkling above outside of the hipster
coffee house that I love.
Because it's these little moments that make me feel alive and I want to experience them with you by my side.
Yes, I'm talking to you.
I wish you could have been there too.

the musician on stage in front of a

rack of shoes looks like you,
although it may be

the fog of the free beer.
It smells like the 70s and even though I
never experienced it firsthand,

the red velvet pants on the rack next to me
take me back in time.
Surrounded by a trio of girls in striped shirts –
the three blind mice –
**** on lollipops
and there are too many jean jackets to count.

I can’t stop thinking about my arms around your neck
on a park bench

let’s go to Niagara Falls, or Pompeii

there are some soaps in the shape of fingers at the store next door
and I can wrap them around your arms
while we listen to Born Ruffians
and they’ll sing:

It ***** when you find someone
but they don’t find you.

To experience a concert is unlike anything else
The roar of the crowd only matched by the boom of the music.
My mom, my protector, in the sea of raging people.
The music taking control of each and everyone of them.
She and her friends surrounding me,
Creating a wall between a little girl and the sea.

I do not remember exactly what was being played,
Or what was said.
But I will not forget the overwhelming feeling of awe,
As I watched my idol sang his heart out.

If you look years into the future,
You would find that same girl all grown up now,
Right by the stage at a concert.
My friends and I, we are now the protectors.
Keeping my sister shielded from the sea.
As she experiences for the first time,
The roar of the crowd, the boom of the music.
As she stands in awe,
Listening so closely as the band plays.

A concert I attended
where a boy sat near me
I was intoxicated
and with fake confidence
I turned to him to see
gentle eyes
a soft face
and lips I couldn't ignore
We didn't hear a single song
when the night ended
we knew we needed more

So far away he lived
but our souls knew we should be
I had never felt like this
no one has ever gave me the looks
he would give me
So genuine
so kind
But the distance was an annoyance
it wasn't good to his mind

Another spring on it's way
I was thrilled for that cold, February day
to once again
see that boy I met
off we would go
to a DJ set
Our love that night would quickly grow
only to know
in a few hours
separate ways we would go
too much kissing
I don't remember that show

Summer is now ending
our love
forever pending
A festival we would meet
our love wouldn't be discreet
Mac Demarco
our favourite man
in the setting sun
holding my hand
we both stand
to the beautiful sounds
on this historic land
You look to me and say
I can't explain
how you brighten my day
there is something different about you
and I told you
I feel the same way too
No one has ever looked at me
the way that you do
And with that
the sun had set
separate ways we would go
until the next show
always wondering
always wanting
but I may never get to know

Mississippi, let the good times ramble
Biloxi, and Jackson
Flag raised high
Passion,
Tupelo rocking and roar
Hattiesburg for a show tonight
With my wife
My girl

Go to the concert of a local band you've never heard of or have a water balloon fight at 2 am or go to a new restaurant you've been wanting to go to, but for god's sake, stop falling into the idea that you have to be traveling all the time or have tons of money to have incredible adventures and make your life mean something.

(Some of the best advice someone has ever told me.)