By Chris Shapiro
A woman sits on a split rail fence smoking one last cigarette before entering the concert arena. There’s a cool summer breeze blowing. It’s the kind that precedes a summer storm. The sky above threatens but the heavens don’t pour.
Venue employees are still setting up their food and beverage stands after the gates open at 6:30pm. Concern goers wander about the venue. For some, this is their first Heart concert. For others, it’s another feather in their Heart cap.
Seasoned Heart veterans are marked by the concert shirts they wear. They wear them as badges of honor. It’s a form of respect and a common bond between those who wear them and the band they’ve come to see.
There’s still hours before the Heart sisters take the stage at First Niagara Pavilion on this July night. And there isn’t much to pass the time.
Contemplations on the weather are made. Fans line up at the T-shirt booth to purchase their badges. Photographers gather at a wishing well where they cast their wish of capturing a magical moment from the performance.
The hours before a concert can only be described best with the term lateral drift. There’s no forward movement and nothing seems connected. Thousands of audience members stand together but they’re not connected. Even the instruments sitting together on the stage are lifeless and isolated. Each entity of the concert is like an individual island drifting on the sea of time with no change of status.
Tension builds as the hands on the clock invade the final moments before show time. Hearts race in both fan and performer. Lateral drift is about to switch.
Suddenly, there’s a spark, an infusion of energy that shifts the lateral drift into an accelerating forward direction. The individual islands merge to form a super continent. The audience members stand as one with the music they’ve come to celebrate.
The spark of energy comes from Nancy Wilson’s guitar pick making contact with the strings on her guitar and the rift to Barracuda storms out into the summer night.
The notes of the song serve as an ionic bond bringing all the entities of the concert together on that super continent where the living magic of music is shared.
A Heart concert isn’t just a concert. It’s a moment of time that’s shared between all those in attendance. It’s a time where souls are rejuvenated with hope. Music is the food of the soul and when Heart plays it’s given out in abundance. Read the rest of this entry »