An Evening with Bryan Adams

So, just a brief update tonight. I’m completely knackered and my back, neck and feet are killing me.

So, roughly 3 weeks ago, I bought three tickets –for my mum (happy mother’s day!), myself and for a good friend –and they were crap seats too. I managed to purchase tickets that had us sitting in obscurity. These seats are what most people would call: nosebleed seats. Here, put this into perspective: our seats indicated that we’d be sitting in section 217 (2nd tier), row 21 (that’s 4 rows from the back of the arena fyi), seats 24, 25, and 31. So basically, to watch the entire concert would require a binocular and constantly staring at the large screens –and even those were blocked by several large amps. But I didn’t care. You see, I initially bought these tickets with the idea of: this will be a once in a lifetime experience to see someone whom I’ve always adored since I was a knee-high little girl living in Hong Kong. I didn’t even care that my tickets had me sitting in obscurity. All I cared about was I’m going to be seeing Bryan Adams play live.

Luckily for all three of us, our ridiculously far seats got upgraded really quickly. Around 40 minutes prior to the start of the concert, this random dude in yellow came up to us and told us that he had some extra floor seats that he’d like to give to us. Obviously, our first thoughts were, hahaha oh very funny. Then he smiled and said, nope, not a joke at all. See, here are the floor seats tickets. All three of us were in disbelief, especially my mum. She’s been a massive fan of Bryan Adams for as long as I can remember, so…ya, she was happy, more like thrilled, when this guy offered this ... amazing offer, for a lack of a better word. So immediately, in the span of ten minutes (had to visit the toilets last minute), we went from sitting in the back back backkkkkk furthest back you can imagine, to sitting in the floor section of the concert hall.

There will never be another tonight
c’mon baby –hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
I don’t care if it’s wrong or right
We got nothin’ to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams…
There’ll never be another tonight
The concert itself was Ah-mazing I tell you. He played for 2 and a half hour straight. He didn’t even have any toilet breaks! He sang and played his guitar the entire time, non-stop really. He paused in between songs to take a quick drink of water or to change his guitars (I think he had at least 5 sitting on stage), and he didn’t even give out any fancy speeches; it was a pure music date night, just like he promised it would be. I’m still currently riding on my concert high –I’m exhausted but my mind’s too over stimulated to actually want to sleep –but what I’m feeling right now just cannot be put into words. There are too many conflicting thoughts, energy, lyrics, memories, all jogged by this recent concert visit of mine. Maybe, when I’ve had time to…rest my mind for a little while, I’ll be able to come back and elaborate on just how amazing the concert really was.

The not so amazing part of the concert: this awful old security lady (she reminded me of an old, cranky black crow –she was dressed in all black and even her hair was black) went around, with her security team, telling everyone to quit taking pictures. I’m pretty sure I got told off about 5 times to stop taking pictures. Now see here, unless this rule was enforced right from the start and that the entire stadium knew not to take photos of the concert, I wasn’t going to stop. Even Bryan Adams didn’t want you telling the fans to quit taking pictures (hi securities! Please stop shinning your flashlight into the audience please!). Heck, he even encouraged it (Alright everybody! Take out your cellphone and turn it on and sing along with me! Remember to send me a copy of this later!)! Halfway through the concert, definitely by Everything I do, I do it for you (my all-time favourite song of his…for obvious reasons), the security team just basically gave up. No one listened –least of all me. The best revenge, however small it was, was when Bryan Adams told us to take out our cellphones (at that point, the crow lady was out and about telling people off again…while her security team just….didn’t care anymore) and turn it on. She groaned and was none too pleased. My friend however, was like, ha! Take that! hahaha

Another not so amazing part of this concert: due to that cranky old crow and her pompous attitude, almost all of my pictures turned out blurry. Which really really sucked. But oh well, floor seats baby. Oh, and Jan Arden was there, tweeting pictures of her and Bryan Adams backstage haha Not jealous at all.

Tl;dr? Know this: you will not be disappointed if you choose to go watch Bryan Adams perform live. He is worth every single penny, and so much more really.