Ermahgerd! Cerncerrts!

International artists have recently discovered that South Africa is in fact a country and not a mere general location on the map.

They’ve also discovered that the country is not covered in rainforest with tigers roaming around every corner.

With this discovery came concerts. And with that, we all went nuts. Really nuts.

Now, I understand that we don’t see artists like Red Hot Chili Peppers here very often. What I don’t understand is why everyone goes crazy to the point of scratching someone’s eye out for a golden circle ticket.

I admit, I am one of those people who likes being in the front – mainly because I’m short and people aren’t nice enough at concerts to let the short people stand out front – and so I get online or in a queue early to get tickets.

But I saw U2 from the stands and I loved it just as much as any concert where I was up front.

The recent debacles with Computicket bombing out and their pathetic ticketing system aside, people went on about it to the point that I started wondering if people were this vociferous about woman and child abuse or global warming, would we actually have a revolution on our hands?

What is so bad about having general admission tickets or seated ones?

Being at a concert is about just enjoying the music in its purest form – its live form – with the people we love the most.

There is a reason I usually ditch the media box for my closest friends and family at concerts.

People say I have the coolest job and yes I goddamn do!

And then they proceed to look at me wide-eyed mouth-gaping when I say will probably turn down box seats for Metallica because I actually want to be right next to my fiancé of six years when James Hetfield screams the hell out ‘We’re off to Never Never Land!’

I don’t care where I am. I just want to be there dammit! As long as I can hear the music and see the stage, I’m happy.

I am lucky that I got to hear Hotel California live. I’m lucky that I got to see In Flames after such a long time. I got to experience the thrill of Matt Bellamy’s beautiful voice filling the night sky twice in one weekend.

I held my sister’s hand as Chris Martin sang Fix You just for the two of us.

We get to be there and experience these once-in-a-lifetime shows, which define moments in our lives.

Stop fussing about what tickets you have.

Just enjoy the concert.