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Coping with the post-gig blues

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Coping with the post-gig blues

Sami Muirhead and her daughter are coming down from the sugar highs provided by two pop icons, but the remedy may not be too far away.

P.C.D. – post-concert depression. It is a thing, people! Pink and Taylor Swift have left the country and I have been wallowing about in my over-priced and somewhat ugly concert T-shirt with a little dose of the blues.

They were both so good and I made core memories with my daughter as we wore a sea of sequins. My rule of 2024 is to buy the shirt at the gig. My first concert was Boom Crash Opera in 1990. I do not think they even sold merchandise back then on the dodgy pub tour.

When I went to KISS, I was a cheapskate and bought my band T-shirt at Big W because it was about a quarter of the price. Then, for many years, I justified not buying a shirt with the premise my gift was the experience of the extravaganza. I didn’t need a shirt to remember the night.

I am a passionate ‘gig pig’ and my taste in music is diverse. But Taylor Swift was something extra special. This billionaire businesswoman lived up to the hype. My daughter and I spent months making friendship bracelets and counting down the days. Taylor left us better than when she found us. It was the slickest concert I have seen. For three-and-a-half hours, the Grammy Awards winner sang in perfect pitch and danced in perfect time on a stage of glitter, with fireworks and moving platforms – all with lightning-fast costume changes and looking a million bucks.

But the true highlight was watching my 13-year-old react to seeing her hero on the stage. My daughter burst out crying when she first set eyes on Swift. I burst out crying watching Avalon crying. And that is how we spent the night: my girl in awe of Taylor and me awestruck by my girl. The reaction to Taylor is how I imagine Elvis fever and Beatlemania to be. I felt the same way when I saw the Queen as a little girl. You never forget the first person you are awestruck by.

After it was all done and dusted, it was a three-hour line up to buy that ugly and over-priced T-shirt from the gig. The concert finished at 11pm, so it meant we would get back to our hotel at 2am if we joined the masses.

So, did we do it? You bet we did. We slept in our merchandise and woke up feeling very smug planning what concert would be next. Pearl Jam is coming at the end of the year. Just saying!

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Sami Muirhead is a radio announcer, blogger and commentator. For more from Sami tune into Mix FM.

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