My story starts on a rainy April Sunday, sitting in a coffee shop, not studying for exams. My friend from the impact (and also live music aficionado) and I were having a deep chat that led to the subject of my future study abroad in Spain and anticipation of leaving for friends and family for the whole summer. Some extreme sappiness ensued but after shaking off our silly sentiments (exam stress induced, I’m sure) she suggested I attend Primavera Sound, a music festival in Barcelona that Phoenix was to be headlining
The problem: it was happening two days after I would arrive. After some frantic Google mapping, I discovered the feat of traveling across a foreign country right after a 12-hour journey would be close to impossible. I felt sorry for myself for a good 10 minutes while I watched their line-up video and stalked their website, but eventually got over it and got back to trying to study—and for the most part, totally forgot about it.
Fast forward four months and I’m back in East Lansing sitting in the same coffee shop, coincidentally not doing my homework, when I get a message notifying me of the possibility of getting tickets to see Phoenix at Eastern Michigan University on Sunday, September 29.
This was golden, considering the ugly truth that just the week before I resorted to texting a local radio station to win tickets, only to receive a “better luck next time” response and the loss of my dignity. So when I finally did get tickets to go the show, my heart was bursting.