A Rock Concert
Have you ever experienced an overload of every sense at once? Well, rock concerts can almost take you there. I went to see AC/DC in the spring of 1991, and it was truly a festival of sensory overloads. My body felt as if they stimulated it in every area to its complete capacity.
The level of sound was so astronomical. The decibel level was on the threshold of pain. The music roared through the streets for miles, outside the coliseum. Every time the bass drum was struck, I could feel the repercussion in the organs within my chest. It even made my teeth chatter. The concrete floor beneath me seemed to move with the beat of each song.
The number of people was enormous. I had to actually become one with the people next to me. The crowd provided or allowed no personal space. We were all packed in there liked caged wildcats.
I had to move as the crowd allowed or insisted. Everything was done as a group. There were no individuals here. It was only one group of crazed fans fighting for that one glimpse of their favorite band. The crowd would shift as people passed out. This only allowed me to move closer to the front. As you can tell, I was packed in until the end.
Your sight was not left out either. Plenty of pyrotechnics kept your eyes filled with colorful wonder as the music played on. Souvenir 'AC/DC money' fell from the top of the building. The bills fluttered down to the hungry hands of the crowd. The stage was a constant flurry of excitement. This was generally caused by the hyperactive guitarist, Angus Young. Angus was never at a stand still. He wore a path in the...