When I found out that Paramore was touring their 5th album this summer with Foster the People, I immediately signed up for the ticket list. I knew I was going to that concert before I even knew where I was attending it, or what date I as going on. Luckily, the concert ended up being on the Monday that we were supposed to be returning home from Yellowstone. So, instead of driving all the way home from Idaho, we spent the night in Salt Lake City. We met up with Auston for lunch in Logan on our way, and caught up with Jess over coffee before the concert. Seeing them both made the day just THAT much better.This was my third time seeing Paramore, and like always, they did not disappoint. This concert made my happy, it made me nostalgic, it made me cry, and it made me dance. Like most concerts I attend, I was a little bit of an emotional wreck in a good way. Live music just does that to me, but I had my best friends by my side, who loved it (almost) as much as I did.
Paramore has been my number 1 band for as long as I can remember. Every single song, every single album, and every single concert I’ve attended means much more to me than music does to most people. Their music helped me through my middle school depression, I walked down the aisle to it on my wedding day, and it’s made me realize that it’s okay to not be happy all the time, but to smile anyways and get through whatever I’m going through.My love for Paramore, and especially Hayley Williams, is to the point where they could make the crappiest music, or do the stupidest things, but I would still love it and support them. Her whole outlook on life inspires me on a daily basis, and it has for the last decade. I mean, look at her. She is an angel.Here’s to 11 years of loving the same band, here’s to best friends, here’s to screaming at the top of our lungs to live music that makes us both happy and sad. Here’s to the great times, the hard times, and all the times in between.
“Cry Hard, Dance Harder.”- Hayley Williams
Onto the next adventure, Wren