As a native Texan, I’m uncomfortable with cold weather. ¬†Pretty much anytime it gets below 40 I’m complaining. ¬†Although I do refrain from posting photos of my truck’s thermometer with a cool IG filter. (I’m with you in spirit and ¬†a fav/like people). ¬†We just don’t handle it well down here. ¬†We’re much more equipped to deal with 102 rather than 22. ¬†It’s different when you’re up in Steamboat experiencing it because you’re prepared for it. ¬†There’s also a secret ingredient that keeps you warm up there too. ¬†Well, two actually. ¬†Music and friends. ¬†All the material goods in the world can offer you only x-amount of solace in the face of a blizzard. ¬†Art and companionship will warm those bone-chillingly frozen bodies.
There’s something special about being part of a movement. A ¬†moment. ¬†A happening.
This takes place at festivals, concerts and gigs each year. ¬†That precise point in time when everything aligns and connects. Where thousands (or hundreds or tens) become one unified spirit. ¬†While of course this happens in all genres, we happen to be particularly fond of the manner with which it takes place under the OKOM umbrella. ¬†Sociologists refer to this as a pack or herd mentality. ¬†That’s a fancy way of saying we’re all having a good time together (at least in these instances).
Shared experiences bind us together and are the reason why I still watch sporting events live. ¬†It’s the thing left that I refuse to DVR. ¬†I must exalt and exhale … Keep Reading