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Stop Telling Me To Get Off My Phone at Gigs

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two. But also, being a lanky gal means I don’t have this issue often unless there are really tall people around me (which sometimes happens). Do you know what I do if I want a completely uninterrupted view of my favourite act? I get to the front early and wait it out.

At the 2017/18 Falls Festival in Byron Bay, I stood in the rain for almost three hours, watching bands I wasn’t overly interested in, being sweated on by douches next to me and sticking to my own poncho, just so I could be front and centre for when The Kooks graced the stage. Luke Pritchard then donned the tightest pants imaginable and sang and danced mere metres away from me because I was patient enough to wait. That could be you too if you’re willing to fight for what you believe in. Also, if you’re that desperate, ask some drunken larrikin to lift you up on their shoulders. If a giraffe-human hybrid like myself can be lifted throughout a set, so can you, my short-statured friends.

When a tall stranger with broad shoulders lifts you up. Source

“People on their phones aren’t living in the moment.”

These are the people who probably did spend their gap year building huts or soul-searching in Europe (and don’t you forget it!). Don’t tell me I’ve just driven fourteen hours in a hot, stinky car from the NSW South Coast and I’m not “living in the moment.”

When I make it to the prime position to see David Le’aupepe strut around like sex on legs, I can assure you that there is no other moment I want to be in – unless that other moment is being smothered by his deliciously muscular arms. So when I take a billion photos or video him singing about solipsism, don’t question me. I am 100% in that moment. My phone will be perched somewhere respectful (so not to “shove in the face” of all you anti-phone killjoys) to film for a minute at maximum. Maybe I’ll snap-chat it. Maybe I’ll chuck it on the ‘gram. I will definitely save it to my gallery.

How it’s done. Source

Do you know why that is? Sometimes I sit in my room scrolling through social media mindlessly, and I  reminisce about the amazing live music I’ve been blessed to see. Then I’ll exit whatever I’m scrolling through and find all the photos and videos of when I found a great spot to see any amazing band or artist from The Wombats to Thundamentals to Paul Kelly.

Yes, the footage is shaky. Yes, you can mainly see the back of someone else’s head and yes, the video might feature my tone-deaf shouting, but the slight inconvenience of you having to avert your eyes from my phone for 30 seconds means a lifetime of happy memories for me. The videos for me are like