After Attempt #4, I had to let go of seeing a Sevendust show, successfully.
However, it would always remain in the back of my mind as something I had to accomplish, one day.
Over the next five years, I focused on other travel goals and my career(s) in the arts and creative writing.
Then one day in August 2015, my Facebook memories page told me that it had been exactly six years since I was ‘excited about finally going to see Sevendust.’
Suddenly, seeing a show came to mind again.
A few moments later, my same friend in Minneapolis from Attempt #1, sent me a text telling me Sevendust was playing there September 26th, and asked me if I would like tickets.
My gal travel pal and I looked at each other and didn’t even have to say anything.
“Get me some tickets! We are coming!”
It was time to break the Sevendust Curse, once and for all.
Let’s get right to it…
From start to finish – went FLAWLESS!
One might even say, I ‘Killed The Flaw’.
I arrived in Minneapolis and it was sunny and plus 30 (86F for all you Americans). It was a good 20 degrees warmer than my corner back in Canada… so I was pretty stoked.
So excited, in fact, that I thought it would be a good idea to go shopping for some memorabilia… which turned out to be a 7D tattoo.
The next day, we made our way to the show. The Sevendust family was out in full force. It was hot and sweaty just as I imagined it would be.
I had goosebumps.
I hadn’t been this excited for a concert since I was 12 years old… when my Mother took me to my first concert in a matching floral blazer and shorts suit, complete with built in shoulder pads (It was a Tanya Tucker concert, btw).
Here’s the thing – when you’ve worked in the industry, the novelty factor has its way of wearing off. I often had to work for artists I had spent a lifetime looking up to, only to find out that they sucked as human beings. I’ve seen my fair share of ‘groupies’, not to mention boob autographs. And I have seen some questionable things on tour buses and private parties. I have seen what happens when egos rise and humbleness fades. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve worked with some fantastic musicians, many whom are lifelong friends. Long story short, I had become so accustomed to working in the industry, that I forgot what it was to feel like a fan.
I admire these dudes for so many reasons beyond being phenomenal musicians. I can’t say I know the guys super well as people, but I’m a pretty good judge of character… they definitely left me with more than ringing ears. Above everything, they left me with happiness in my heart.
The show started, and I was determined to make my way to the front of the stage. OMG I have to get to the front of the stage!!! I’m no longer a 32 year old grown-ass woman at a metal concert, I am now 14 years old and at a Backstreet Boys concert and it’s 1999 all over.
So in typical Canadian fashion, I made my way to the front – as politely as I possibly could, of course. Turns out, “please” and “sorry” and “excuse me” isn’t exactly the most effective at a metal concert. Not going to lie, I may have pushed my way a little bit. I may have also felt a sense of guilt and explained my way to the front. But what do you know, EH…. it worked.
I felt the metal bars digging into my stomach as I moved my body to the melodic masterpieces that have been with me on much of my life journey. I could not wrap my mind around it all, so I tried to stay as present as possible.
This Sevendust concert became less of a ‘concert’ and more of a Spiritual experience.
I’m here. I’m alive. And I am goddamn lucky to be feeling these kinds of emotions.
Minus the dude’s elbow that was constantly in my face… but even that I was grateful for. I’m also pretty sure my eyebrows dripped right off, but I didn’t mind.
After the show, I had the opportunity to make my way on to the tour bus to hang out with the guys.
Sevendust’s stage show is one thing… their human presence is equally epic, if not more.
Most importantly, they are regular dudes with minimal egos and vibrant souls. I admire their family values and the manner in which they treat not just their fans, but people in general.
Lajon is an old soul… you can tell that the guy knows that there is something bigger than us out there in the Universe. I caught myself getting a bit teary eyed talking to him at times – for no other reason than the majestic energy he possesses. Those kind of people have the ability to stir up emotions that you didn’t even know you had.
John seems like an insanely smart guy. He’s the kind of dude you want to sit down and have a beer and a good conversation with. Likely one of the most humble, genuine folks you could cross paths with. Vinnie is definitely the guy you want to bring to a party… super chill energy and approachable. Clint is pretty hilarious. If I could emulate anyone’s humour and creativity, it might be his… just check out the guy’s quirky videos on Twitter or Instagram. Lastly.. Morgan… I remember my first drum set… I could play for the rest of my life and I don’t think I would have a fraction of his skill. Watching Morgan behind the kit is a show all in itself.
They’re the kind of guys you want to have over for a BBQ (wives and kids, too!)… Because Sevendust is… family.
Sevendust puts authenticity and true musicianship back into music – on and off the stage.
The worst part of the show? It ended.
This (good) Karma is bittersweet…
The curse has been lifted… in fact it was lifted so well that there is even more to add… when the unthinkable happened…. right here….