Stubs Up Colorado

 “Sometimes, you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”  -Theodor Seuss Geisel

“Sometimes, you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

-Theodor Seuss Geisel

I was scrolling through my camera roll cleaning up and cleaning house on years of memories. I came across a video from the summer of 2016. That summer I found myself sitting on the wooden benches of Red Rocks Amphitheater in front of a collective of some of the great southern rock bands of this century. I made a habit of making it out to Morrison for a show at least once a year.

As I marched up from the parking lot to the amphitheater a feeling of anticipation and excitement clouded my stomach. I browsed the merch tables for something that spoke to me. I heard the opening band begin their first set so, I paraded down the steps to the third row with a factory fresh $25 t-shirt in hand.

The opening band went by the name of Welshly Arms. I can’t profess I had heard of them prior to that night but after the first 3 minutes of hearing them play, I became a fan.

As the night progressed I witnessed a number of my idols on stage playing songs that had in some way shaped who I am today. I took in the beauty of the surrounding rock, as I danced with a beautiful girl from three rows up, hypnotized by the rhythm of the song. It was a night I will never forget.

I watched the video I took that night and it was far from what I remembered. I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the overexposed images. The songs sounded like a flood of white noise and I was starting to get a headache from the camera shake.

Over the course of our lives, we will be presented with many moments and we get to choose how we want to remember those moments.

Often times I’m at a crossroads.

I want to experience the fullness of the moment I’m in, but I don’t want to forget it. So, I pull out my phone and take a video. When I go back and look at these snapshots of my life I find that the video never lives up to the experience, and I fear these videos will plague my mind with an inadequate fabrication of a beautiful memory.

When I reflect on that night at Red Rocks I don’t want to think of poor sound quality and camera shake. I want to think of dancing with a beautiful girl under the moonlight to the sound of Welshly Arms.

I deleted the poorly lit iphone video from the summer of 2016, and I chose to let my mind decide what moments are worth remembering and how they will be remembered.

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Ethan Lovelace