On Coping With Post Gig Depression

You've been waiting eagerly for months to see that band you love. The day is finally here and before you know it, it is all over. The house lights come back on and you are left feeling elated and a little bit sad that it has come to an end when they never played that one song you were desperate to hear live. The next day you feel devastated that you no longer have that gig to look forward to, you ask yourself why you didn't take time off work and become a groupie. You are suffering from post gig depression (PGD).

Living in a town which doesn't see many decent acts, going to gigs is somewhat of an event and as a result I have experienced PGD many times. I know that the number one way to combat PGD is to have a large range of gigs booked in advance to distract myself. Unfortunately I missed out on tickets to a bunch of events I wanted to attend and am at a loss.  

I am wallowing.

I am probably never taking off this band shirt, like ever.

I am listening to Mumford and Sons on repeat, trawling Tumblr and watching all the YouTube clips ever made.

And I am remembering all the little moments like when Marcus Mumford gave us permission to stand during Little Lion Man, dancing alone to I Will Wait, and when some lady yelled out "that song was so lovely" after they played Ghosts That We Knew and feeling the whole crowd must be feeling simpatico. 

I know I should try and beat this post gig depression by listening to some new music or something. Right? How do you deal with post gig depression? 

*I wrote this a month ago after seeing Mumford & Sons. I may or may not still be mourning the lack of gigs in my life due to being poor and living where I live. I have changed my t-shirt numerous times, so I guess I am coping alright.

A terrible photo I took of Mumford & Sons