|2015 is finally here, and it’s PISSED OFF.|
I hate “New Year’s Resolution guy” just as much as you do, but in this case you’ll have to make an exception. No, now is not the time to talk about finally loosing that gut or at long last deciding to stop being such an asshole. My 2015 New Year’s Resolution holds a lot more weight than any horseshit vanity self-promises. This year, I swear to the fucking maker I am going to make it to more shows than any year before, and nothing is going to stop me.
Over the course of 2014, Louisville hosted a bazillion great shows, of which I probably made it to 20 of. Seriously, that is unacceptable. When I was younger, in my teens/early 20’s, I seemingly went to two or three shows a week. Now it’s one, maybe two shows a month at most. Sure, I’m in my thirties now, and have a job that I take seriously, but why should that get in the way of something I love so much? Something that is actually truly fulfilling? I’ve passed up sooo many great shows the last few years, and why? I’ve had plenty of excuses: “I’m too tired.” “I have to get up too early the next morning.” “$5 is too much money to spend right now.” “It’s more than 10 minutes away from my house.” Bullshit. Seriously, all of that was hard to type, and then read back to myself.
I know I’m not the only person that feels this way. I have plenty of friends that miss out on great events without any legitimate excuses. We collectively get more and more boring, each and every year. How do we turn this shit around? Is there an anecdote? While you can’t cure lazy, you can allow yourself to get hyped, and stay excited about bands playing shows, while keeping in mind that almost every excuse in the back of your head is probably bogus. Sure, there are times that you just can’t make it out with an authentic reason why, but that doesn’t happen often, at least not for me.
The great city of Louisville is home to so many great bands, fantastic venues, and amazing human beings, and sometimes I feel like I’m completely missing out on the whole parade. Not anymore, not this year. 2015 will be the year of getting my ass off the couch. The year of no excuses. The year of high fives. The best fucking year ever. Are you with me?