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Existential Crisis via Katy Perry

No, I’m not being melodramatic. …Maybe a smidge. But pop music was just never my thing. I find it to be contrived, formulaic, and blatantly transparent in its attempt to please a large audience and make bank. Which isn’t to say I condemn it (well, sometimes I do), but I guess mainly I won’t think you’re some kind of heathen for being into it. Nevertheless, feel free to argue in the comments below and I’ll probably read it and then go find a nice taco somewhere and never reply because I don’t really care that much.

Here’s the thing: I’m going to see Katy Perry in November. Live. I paid an exorbitant amount (especially for someone whose standard ticket budget is $15 for the privilege of sweating in a small, dark room along with a few dozen tight-pants-wearing bad haircuts and Zooey Deschanel lookalikes). It’s an overproduced pop music stage show with lights and fire and whipped cream bras and I’m crazy excited.

Also, this goes against everything I’ve ever been remotely interested in or prone to supporting. Which is kind of scary, especially when you over-think everything like I tend to. I lived on an organic farm, I mean, come on. I’m all about conservation and environmentalism and hippie shit, and let’s face it, this stage show is plenty wasteful and probably filled with pollution-friendly pyrotechnics in a fiery display of consumerism and I’m paying to support it? Et tu, Me?

Yep. For one, I’ve been dealing with some crazy/awful health stuff for what feels like an eternity and it’s just been a really terrible year in general. So, screw it. I just want fun. And isn’t a ridiculous pop concert the requisite middle class experience? I’m almost too old for it as it is. If I ever go to one, this would be it, since I doubt anyone else will come along who I’ll give as remote a shit about as Katy Perry. She’s pretty awesome, and my friend Almie has a great post on why. Mostly I just kind of feel like it’s a Broadway show with a smaller cast.

So yeah. I’m excited. And the nagging voice in the back of my head will just have to deal with being ignored. I’ll report back after Nov 22 on how it went, but my forecast is: bright, loud, and awesome.