One hell of a concert...

As the memories of last week quickly start to fade it is interesting to see what we remember from our childhood and also what prompts such memories.

When I was eleven my parents gave me my first cassette tape and it was Kylie Minogue with a walkman. I listened to the cassette every day. I loved the music. I had just started high school and was bullied every day for being gay... before I even knew what gay meant. Every afternoon when I got home from school I would put on my headphones and press play and try to forget about the horrendous day that had occurred. After a couple of months I had played the tape so many times that it started to warp. But thankfully my father copied the tape before the original broke. This happened many times before I evolved from Kylie to Madonna.

Earlier last week I attended a Kylie Minogue concert and don't ask me why but all the memories of her earlier music came flooding back. Yes the memories associated with the music were not all good, but the concert was such an amazing event that I quickly forgot about the past and enjoyed what was presented in front of me. It was such a great experience to be able to stand up along with my friends and dance the night away. It was one of those nights where at the end you walk away with a smile on your face as you had fun.

It is funny to think that even as a child I really enjoyed her music and how it went from Kylie to Madonna when I was a teenager. Even then my behaviour was stereotypical of a gay man but I didn't know it. But it is nice to think that I was able to find comfort in listening to music.

I do have to admit this wasn't my first Kylie concert and most definitely won't be my last but what I did really like was the enthusiasm of the crowd and how it was just a lot of fun.