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Reliving High School – Blink 182 Concert Experience

Last Friday night Chris and I went to see Blink 182 at SPAC.

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We both wanted to see them because we were big fans of the band in high school and have been since then. During the show I felt like I had been transplanted to my teen years. Not because the audience around us were young (they were mostly our age since the last album Blink 182 put out was in eight years ago) but because of the music they were playing!

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Growing up my passion was music. Listening to bands like Blink 182 was what got me through those tough teen years. I would listen for hours on end, not because it was amazing music, but because it was fun, pop-punk that teens like myself could relate to — young love, rebelling against parents, parties, etc.

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(BFF Sarah & Me, 2002)

I saw Blink 182 once almost ten years ago at 17, and wrote this in my livejournal after the show in June of 2002:

“Well in the end, I really wish the night HADN’T ended, because a fun time was had. I will defintitly NOT forget that night.”

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(me, in high school chemistry, 2002)

I still haven’t forgotten that concert to this day and it was probably one of the best nights of my teenage life.

And the concert last friday was great too, but for other reasons. Blink might not be the most musically influential or poetic bands–they are still cracking dirty jokes on stage at age 40–but their music was the soundtrack I grew up on. They played all the songs I know and loved, still love, and seeing them helped remind me of the teenager I once was. The music I loved so much then must have somehow played a role in how I grew to be the adult I am today. I still love music today, but now how I did back then.

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(me, my sister & marcie, 2002)

And the best part was experiencing it with Chris, who I’m sure felt the same way.

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Thanks for memories, Blink!

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