Acrtic Monkeys? Don't mind if I do.

Part of me wants to go through a play by play of the concert. Another part of me wants to express my new found love for yet another band. I'm sure there are a plethora of other parts of me that want to go over all the different things that occurred to be whilst I listened to the Arctic Monkeys play live last night. The part that wins is the one that just wants to throw a bunch of pictures around with little narration. Here we go.

The opening band played with enough funk and passion to make me want to look them up afterwards. Mini Mansions. Right after they turned on the sign showing their name the person I was with turned to me and asked, "who are they again?" I told them but still feel as though I should have ribbed them a bit.

The Arctic Monkeys took the stage to what I felt was quite a bit of smoke. It was later explained with a visual display. I will not question them again.

Helders made me very happy to be in attendance. Although I do wonder if he realizes that when he gears up for the next song he hits a beat that puts me in the mindset to hear the Black Keys. That, of course, is a bonus as I love the Black Keys.

We cheered so much. I think they started with Do I Wanna Know? I just can't remember. The very first song was from AM because I remember being surprised that they started out that way.

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I considered that the smoke would mean a light show like you wouldn't believe. I was right. Brainstorm had some seriously psychedelic flashing lights. That song being fast to begin with pairing it with the lights really took me to another level of being at this concert.

I appreciated the incorporation of the album cover with the initials of the band.

Since I didn't want to be one of the hundreds of people who were experiencing the show through their camera lense, I kept my camera off for a solid 80% of the show. However green lights were something I had to capture.

At this point I think I'd tuned into how much of a ham Alex Turner is when performing. He knew exactly what to say to get the squealers in the audience to lose their minds. His hip swivel that that emphasized what he was saying helped too.

Still wondering about the smoke levels.

I'll give it to them, the stage looked cool. My camera wasn't up to capturing what my eyes could see, but I loved trying all the same.

Afraid that it would translate well in pictures I took a video of the explanation of the smoke. Basically, it ended up being a light show like you wouldn't believe. So cool. The guys did that thing that bands do where they walked off stage for three minutes just to come back and play more songs. I don't understand this but I'm glad I knew they were coming back. I didn't realized until they closed the show with it that they hadn't played R U Mine?. That song live has been an object of my desire for months. They rocked it and I left in a state of euphoria.

Sitting on my chest

My stomach hurts. I keep getting pulsing pains from the base of my skull. I feel like crying which only gets stronger the longer I sit in silence. This is the time I usually think about my failed attempts at college. It's also the time where I think about the jobs that I have which only seem to fill me with anxiety. The only desire I have is to burrow deep in my covers in bed and forget it all. That, of course, is a terrible idea because it gives me the chance to keep torturing myself with these toxic thoughts of failing at life.

Why does it have to be like this? Why is it a constant cycle of being okay, of coping, of handling things and then this? This feeling as though the earth had given beneath my feet and I'm falling. I fall into this pit where I can do nothing right. Where I have done nothing right.

Even though I know it isn't true it's really hard to shake this despair. Things are okay. I'm all right. Right? God, it doesn't feel like it.

Holy smokes!

I want to shout expletives and type them in huge, bold letters to convey the amount of excitement I'm feeling at the moment. Somehow "oh boy" just isn't cutting it. I've been going on for weeks about PoPS. I've explained the reasons why I don't mind being a fan of the creator. Plus I think the story is gold and enjoy going on the journey with them as they pull it together.

They launched a campaign to fund the latest episode. The penultimate episode that is to do some serious explaining to a lot of the questions we've been asking for years. It's incredible. The campaign is crowd funded, which should have clued me in to what was to happen. In the first hours of the campaign they (I keep wanting to say we for some reason) raised about three thousand dollars. Which is incredible but only 16% of what was needed. The first few days saw a steady rate of giving and then the middle of the campaign hit. Cue this girl biting her fingernails.

Side note: I know that if the goal wasn't reached we, the fans, would still get an episode. I just want this to be as stress-free for the creators as possible. I don't want them to have to figure out a dozen or so workaround because budget is an issue from the beginning. I want them to have all that they need. I want this even when I know plenty of kick ass substitutes will happen if need be. I digress.

It's usually the case in crowd-funded projects that in the middle there is a plateau. There's a spike in giving at the beginning, a lull in the middle and sometimes a surge of last minute donations. The lull always makes me nervous. Which is good I guess, because when I get nervous I get to marketing. Whether or not it helps, I share links and repost videos to the point of annoyance to anyone who knows me and feebly hope for the best.

I did all this for PoPS. I begged, pleaded and sat around watching things inch along. I woke up this morning checking for progress. 80% with less than two days. I checked it at lunch with the same number of donations only fewer hours left. I checked it again and boom!

After the initial almost shouts for joy (I was in public), I'm back to being nervous. There's still one more day.