Live music just makes my soul sing.
Last night it was Natalie macMaster and her husband – 2 fiddles and 2 pianos.
Cape Breton music at its finest. There was even some step dancing. Awesome.
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ainsobriety 
I agree, there is nothing like a live performance. I think it’s got something to do with the chemistry between the performer and the audience. It really is electric. Glad you enjoyed the concert.
I’m from the east coast and I still always associate that music with drinking, as that’s such a big part of the music culture there. Really glad to hear you enjoyed the show so much! You’re such a sober star xo
Yes, it is. Unfortunately.
Oh, Natalie McMaster is awesome. I have one of her CDs. Still haven’t made it out to a show…one day, I hope.
Your singing soul makes my soul want to join you! I’m delighting in the joy that you must clearly feel. Thank you for sharing! ❤️
My first sober concert was Bela Fleck and the Flectones. I remember so well how (for the first time) I could leave a concert and remember every song they played, as well as the order it was played for the most part. I also remember how amazing it was to see the instruments sober. To see the fingers move and melodies sway right in front of me. Such detail! I love live music and also find it crucial to my sober life. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
I miss your kind comments and wise words, Anne! I had to shut down my old WordPress account bc I lost anonymity but I started a new one, andthezinflowedlikeformalin.wordpress.com. Would love to have you follow me again! Xoxo
Yes! I will find you!!
I have no idea who these people are, but going to check them out!!
I’ve seen many bands in the last 9 months that I feel (or even thought) I’ve seen for the first time when in reality I’ve seen many of them more than once before – even when I watched them, I wasn’t quite engaged, or would get false emotions. Sometimes quite angry (at the world) and the next day I’d think ‘ummm, glad I didn’t actually go and tell people what I thought right then, or post that up on FB’ Which obviously I did sometimes.. DELETE DELETE. Now, I listen, properly listen. I watch, the movements, I just go with it. And the funny part is, I often come home feeling like I’m totally drunk and buzzing and happier and more mind altered (in a positive way) than had I been doing shots and downing pints.
I feel exactly like that. My nerves get completely frayed at the concert, but in a good way. Like I have taken it all in.
I feel drunk, but clear. It’s awesome.
I’ve yet to go to a concert sober. It’s always been about having a few drinks and getting ‘in the zone’ beforehand. I’ve not had a drink for 5 days now, which is a record for me. There are a couple of bands I want to see locally but I’m holding back from going because of the temptation of the booze. I would LOVE to be able to see a band, or go out for a meal and not have the inclination to drink. But it’s still very early days for me and I don’t want to sabotage myself. So for now, I’ll content myself with listening to CDs and determining each day that I’m not going to have a drink. It’s wonderful that you were able to enjoy your concert so wholeheartedly!
Give it time.
It too, me a while to have the energy to even want to go.
I had some pretty bad fatigue in early sobriety, which was clearly a sign my body needed to be taken care of.
We always drank at concerts. I was reluctant to go to the first one sober. And it was just so unbelievably better.
Stick with it. Take care of yourself!
Anne
Now that’s interesting – your mention of fatigue. I’m on day 6 and I’m so exhausted. Waking up a lot at night and starting the day feeling like a zombie. Maybe that’s common when trying to quit. I will stick at it, and hopefully will start sleeping better at some point. Thanks again, Tracy
300 mg magnesium citrate before bed. It helps so much.
Oh my gosh, before I cleaned up my act, live music was all about how fast I could get my next drink. I have missed some epic performances because I was in line to get two (that’s why God gave us two hands, right?) glasses of terrible, overpriced white wine. Now it is such a transportive experience!
My great grandparents moved to Nova Scotia from Scotland. Gotta make it there someday!