I love music. So much, that I worked in the music industry for a number of years. I’ve seen thousands of performances, worked with a lot of artists, spent days crammed in the smelly confines of tour buses, weeks secluded in recording studios, attended industry conferences and have listened to millions of songs. I’ve managed some great talent, interviewed some notable industry leaders – and I’ve also felt like a glorified babysitter at times…
I’m pretty jaded when it comes to music. I don’t get excited too easily. I appreciate talent immensely, and I can not go a day without music – It’s always been a part of my life. Being surrounded by musicians and concerts was something I was accustomed to, so I’ve never really known what it is like to feel like a fan.
All that went out the window when I heard my first Sevendust song.
Let me explain.
I picked up my first Sevendust album, Animosity, fifteen years ago. I was an angry, resentful teenager and went into the record store and asked for something ‘heavy’. I can’t remember why, either I had been through my first break up or I wanted to piss off my folks. Probably, both.
The sales clerk sensed the angst in my voice. “Ummm well Slipknot just came out with this album called Iowa, and we also just got this Sevendust album in that’s supposed to be prettty good,” he muttered. Metal wasn’t my thing at the time, so I really didn’t know who either bands were.
“Whatever, I’ll take them both.”
From that point on, I had Animosity on repeat in my car until the next album came out.
It was the first time I had listened to an entire album and loved every song. Each time I listened to it, I would hear something I hadn’t heard the first time around.
Over the years, I purchased each album, and each time I was more impressed than the last. There wasn’t a single song I didn’t love and listen to repeatedly. This had never happened to me, so seeing a live show became a bucket list item.
Only problem? Sevendust didn’t tour anywhere near the middle of nowhere… my hometown of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada.
My only option was to travel far and wide to see Sevendust – which would require some serious budgeting skills on my part (not my best quality)… but I did it, not without enduring a full-on Sevendust curse, some near near-death experiences and many years of Hope and Sorrow before witnessing a live show.
Here are just a few of several ‘attempts’…
I gave up trying after a while. For fear of my own life! I even stopped listening to Sevendust for a few years. I was angry and frustrated – the opposite of how I wanted to feel when listening to my favourite music.
After many years and a lot of life lessons the need to accomplish my bucket list items returned with a stroke of synchronicity.
I set out to finally, once and for all, Break My Sevendust Curse.
Not without proper attire, of course…