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For the Thrill of It

The Pure Joy of Musical Catharsis

I’m a concert… dabbler? I hit shows, but compared to the regional and local scene, I’m small fry. Socialites are the real rock stars, not us nine-to-fivers. But for accuracy’s sake, let’s say I snag two-to-three festivals a year. No dives, mini-gigs, that kind of thing. You get it. Some folks might do that, plus ten bar shows, skyrocketing them way above me on the concert connoisseur list.

So, yeah, casual concert goer. But music? I dig it. Live shows crackle with electricity. Festivals pump with energy. I’ve reviewed a couple on this vlog, focusing on the nitty-gritty: sound quality, production, organization. Like, can you actually hear the music? Does the PA system suck less than a black hole? Does the whole experience visually reinforce the music’s vibe? Were the attendees…well, attendees, or were they there to audition for “Worst Crowd Ever”? How’d they handle them? Were set breaks reasonable? You know, the essentials.

I just got back from the final edition of the Pulp Summer Slam Festival. A teenage dream finally realized. I had been dying to attend that iconic fest since high school. I’ll sum it up quickly – great production, organization, sound quality, and crowd. A fitting swan song. The end of an era (but perhaps the start of a new one…hello Wacken Philippines?)

But really, I wanted to dig deeper into what the live music experience fundamentally means for me. After all the headbanging, moshing mayhem I’ve endured, why do I keep coming back for more?

For some, it’s the sheer proximity. Headphones just don’t cut it. Feeling the bass thump through your chest while the actual musicians crank out the tunes right there – that’s a whole other dimension, something the streaming age sorely lacks. Let’s be real, live music is how it’s always been done.

Then there’s the people. Maybe even more than worshipping at the altar of giant subwoofers, it’s about being with your tribe, the folks who dig the same music, the same way you do. It’s witnessing their reactions, the spontaneous jumps, fist pumps, and all-out craziness during specific parts (even if those parts make zero sense to anyone else). It’s that tired-but-true thing – music becoming a community experience, a shared ritual that binds you together. Maybe that’s why we crave it – because we’re social creatures, wired for connection.

Or, maybe it’s a more individual thing. Like me. Maybe you need a space to just be you. Especially with heavy music, genres that practically demand full-body participation – house music, anyone? Headbanging to a killer breakdown in your computer chair just feels…wrong. How some people manage to stay completely still when this music hits is beyond me. All I know is, I need a physical outlet for that emotional connection. And that’s what festivals provide. Again, cliché alert: nobody judges you at a metal show (at least, not yet).

Speaking of metal shows, lately I’ve noticed a weird vibe – a growing reserve, even hostility towards uninhibited expressions of enjoyment. Maybe I’m imagining it, projecting my own insecurity. But seriously, it feels like there’s an invisible “enthusiasm cap” being put on these events. Or maybe, like everything else, the crowd’s just gotten more mixed thanks to the Internet, generational shifts, and all that.

So, maybe that’s all I have to say. But seriously, why do I do it? Why choose exhaustion, a sea of strangers (most of whom I’ve grown to not really care about), and the double whammy of getting pummeled by sound and my own (admittedly) impulsive flailing?

Honestly? Maybe I’m missing something. But ending on that note feels like a downer. Let’s just say… maybe I just really dig having fun.


Disclosure: Edited using Claude.AI and Gemini. I wrote a draft article and fed it to each chat bot with a prompt that asked them to edit it while preserving my tone. I got the best edits from each of their results. All things considered, this article is me, just cleaner and fairly more polished because I couldn’t be bothered to edit my own stuff. For a personal blog like this and as someone who doesn’t write for a living, AI is great help. Use AI responsibly, folks!