For the Love of Gigs

Hello, you!   I don’t know whether you do too, but I bloody love gigs. Music runs in my family (I can hear my best friend saying the ‘no one runs in your family’ joke right now) and I’ve grown up surrounded by it so gigs hold a lot of value for me – some people prioritise having extravagant possessions, but for me, life is all about experiences. It all started at the youthful age of 9 where I attended my first concert – wait for it… Pussycat Dolls and Rihanna on their joint tour. I remember being rather amused when they kept filming Rihanna’s bum to put on the big screens – thinking about it now, it was quite an odd thing to do given that the majority of the audience would probably have been female and whilst we can all appreciate a good GIRL CRUSH, it wasn’t really what we went to see. Anyway, I digress… Baby me cried at feeling the bass in my chest (very autistic of me) because I didn’t understand what it was, but once I knew it wasn’t hurting me, I couldn’t get enough of it! Fast forward 11 years and I think… View Post