On Monday, Nov. 30, I turned 22 years old, and no, I did not sing Taylor Swift’s “22” that day. But it was a great day; I got to see my grandma, I had chicken katsu from L&L for lunch, two of my Amazon CDs came in, I had spring rolls and fried shrimp for dinner, and my mom made chocolate cupcakes for dessert. A lot can happen in one year; I became obsessed with five bands during the pandemic. So today, I’ll be sharing what it feels like to be 22, what’s changed, and what stayed the same.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned from this year is that plans change, and you have to make the best of what you got. Last December, I bought VIP passes for the Stadium tour with Def Leppard, Mötley Crüe, and Poison. I had third-row seats, and I was going to meet the members of Def Leppard (and give Rick Allen my drawing). When COVID-19 hit, those plans changed, so I had to deal with the fact that it wasn’t my time to meet the boys yet. Instead of yelling at my neighbors to let my anger out, I turned to music as an outlet for it. The closest interaction I had with Allen was through Instagram, which was one of the best things that happened to me.
Another thing I’ve noticed is that this year forced me to grow up, but that’s not a bad thing. I had to evaluate everything that’s happened in my life so far: the friends I’ve made, my dreadful high school days, how I treat my family, and the first half of my college career. I spent three years practicing my percussion skills to make the high school drumline, with no success. Looking back on it now, it wasn’t worth it (though all that practicing got me into Wind I, the top concert band at my school, so that was a plus). I finished high school, and I’m in my last year of college; the drumline and marching band were only temporary portions of my life. Now that I think about it, not many of the drumline members continued with marching band after college.
As I’ve talked about before, I’ve been listening to a lot of music throughout this pandemic. The problem with getting into older bands is that I wish I saw them in concert sooner. Yes, concerts will return one day, but that won’t fix everything. It doesn’t change the fact that Richie Sambora isn’t in Bon Jovi anymore or that Malcolm Young isn’t alive anymore. Bon Jovi came to Hawaii in 2010, Sambora was still in the band at the time. Young’s last tour with AC/DC was in 2010, and I was about 12-years-old at the time, which would’ve been a decent age to get into them. On the bright side, I may still have a chance to see the boys live, along with Metallica, Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, and the Backstreet Boys. I won’t let these bands out of my sight anymore!
Though I do regret not getting into these bands earlier, I don’t regret my childhood and the shows that defined it. I grew up with Barney & Friends, The Wiggles, Dora the Explorer, Blue’s Clues, Hannah Montana, Zoey 101, Kickin’ It, and Lab Rats. I’ve talked about this before in my post titled, It’s Ok to Hold Onto Your Childhood!, but I’m proud of my youth and the fact that I grew up when Disney Channel was at its peak. Those shows bring back happy memories and define who I am. I revisit some of those shows to remind me to stay humble and not get overwhelmed when this world drives me crazy. So yes, I regret not getting into bands like Def Leppard sooner, but I don’t regret my childhood!
To recap my thoughts, I’ve learned that plans change (but that’s ok), this year forced me to grow up, I regret not getting into older bands earlier, but I don’t regret my childhood and the shows that defined it. So 2020 has been a hectic year, but I’ve developed quite a bit, and though I don’t have my driver’s license yet, I feel more mature as a 22-year-old than I did as a 21-year-old. Will things be different when I turn 23? You’ll have to wait and find out!
Take care and see ya real soon!