Last night was one of those perfect nights that, in the middle of it, I just thought to myself "I want to remember this- I want to remember every detail." Kind of like what you think Prom is going to be like in high school, but then it invariably falls short because, HELLO, it's Prom. Last night at The Roxy, with 450 other screaming fans, I experienced the return of Fall Out Boy, one of my favorite bands and a band that automatically makes me feel 16-years-old again. It was nothing short of amazing from start to finish. I couldn't have asked for a better experience.
There's something really, truly special about being in a teeny tiny club with die hard fans of a band that you love. There's this weird connection that forms throughout the night. As much as I love relating to people over TV shows, books and movies, there's nothing quite like being a fan of the same band. Screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs, fists in the air. Absolutely nothing else like it. And shows like last night remind me what it is about music that I truly love, why I worked in the music industry in New York, and why I want to continue working in it now. It's about creating a genuine connection, sharing an experience with people and loving the shit out of a silly little piece of music.
After they announced their return from hiatus, I heard a lot of people referring to Fall Out Boy as their guilty pleasure or admitting that they are embarrassed to still like them. What's the point of that? For me, there really is no such thing as a guilty pleasure. If you love something, you shouldn't feel embarrassed just because someone else might not "get it." Whether it's trashy reality TV, romance novels or a band- none of that should ever be guilty. Love what you love. Listen to what you want. And when your favorite band from when you were 16-years-old reunites, go to their show and scream so loudly you lose your voice. That's what I did, and I woke up this morning still buzzing with excitement and happiness.