I road to the Battle of the Bands in my vintage 1960's Jeta Volkswagen with a tie-dyed swirl paint job that twists and turns the mind; the purples and the blues and the orange-like red dance with one another in perfect motion creating a symbiotic movement that hypnotizes the mind. I arrive at the Battle of the Bands while I catch a glance of my van, swirling colors, I become lost in its movement to the point of drowsy happiness; I fall to the ground, my head bounces off the concrete and gravel. All I can see is the dancing movement within my mind till there's only darkness. I awake to the sound of rampaging fans running across the parking lot barely dodging my throbbing head, which at the time felt a few sizes too big. The news reaches my ears, like a lightning bolt striking, the sensation of shocking confusion and inevitable destruction passes through me; a man screams in frantic panic, "The world is going to end right after the Battle of the Bands is over."
In the midst of devastating doom, there lies a permanent sense of urgency, urgency that passes through me like a mighty wind, to live life to the fullest, no more stopping to smell the roses, life now becomes a garden and I have to dig it up. Battle of the Bands is now at Reliant Stadium", said the man with the megaphone. The migrations of fans, including myself, begin our march to Reliant Stadium, a colossus of molded steel and concrete. At the entrance of the global theater there hanged a banner and on this banner stated, "The last day of the rest of your life." Emphasizing the certain end we all face, but that certain end didn't murder the happiness in which music installs, all the coterie, it amplified it many times fold. There were no lines to speech of, everyone swarming, streaming into the stadium, and the stadium itself was filled to the brim. It was a sight to behold, a modern day Woodstock.
Jets and helicopters performed a bailey in the sky, all filled with artist that populated the stage that night, were the full moon had its eye fixed upon us until it returned one last time. Expense didn't create a blockade for this great spectacle, lasers and smoke machine. This rendered the greatest performances that the world had ever known. Every night fireworks blanketed the sky with all sorts of colors and sounds circling around the stadium into a beautiful arrangement of flowers blooming in the night sky. This repetition continued till the final day had come, with the end in sight, the most magnificent of demonstrations of colored flames engulfed the twilight. The final sound wave surfed the breeze, the final bang roared with the sound of a thousand lions. We exit this world the identical way the world was born, with a Big Bang.
