Existential Drunk Thoughts
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” – Unknown
“If I get black-out drunk at the Arkells concert, can I say I have seen the Arkells?” – Gary Shore
I went to the Molson Amp (will never be Bud Stage, and yes I do still say Skydome) on Saturday night to see the boys from Hamilton play a rock concert. I have the ticket stub to prove it, as well as eyewitness accounts. The problem is, I don’t remember entering or exiting the concert, or anything in between.
That is because I sometimes roll into the drinks like a car going downhill without brakes. Can’t stop, won’t stop. Which then leads me to my predicament – clearly fun was had, but without memory, did it happen? If you asked me if the Arkells, the Tragically Hip, or the Sheepdogs (maybe Canadian bands summon my demons…) put on a good show, I honestly couldn’t tell you. I definitely experienced all of those performances in the moment, but without memory. Such a moment is both fleeting and futile. It’s as if the whole event didn’t exist.
I’m not really going anywhere with this – drinking at concerts is fun. You’re an adult, be responsible for your decisions. All I’m saying is, be prepared to live with regret when you recall flashes of boozing with newly befriended natives in a Tim Hortons after the show, and not how Whistleblower sounded live.