A month or so ago we went to a "Beach Boys" concert up at the casino. I'll never go back. Never mind the smoke that permeated everything (including the non-smoking restaurant and concert hall), never mind that these Beach Boys weren't THE Beach Boys, never mind that these Beach Boys had changed some of the notes and tempo to the songs, never mind that the strobe lights about had me passing out, never mind that having a spot light blasted into my face burned holes in my eyeballs right through my closed eyelids. No, never mind all that.
It was the
NOISE level that was the final, final straw for me. It was the second song and I was searching the table for the ear plugs I'd grabbed only to find they were gone. So I plugged my ears with my fingers. Didn't help. My head hurt. My teeth ached because I was grinding them. My neck began to ache from grinding my teeth. I was wedged into the table and couldn't move and had just decided that I was going to crawl under the table to leave when the ... mercifully, mercifully, mercifully ... the concert was over.
I had trouble hearing soft sounds, and my ears throbbed, ached and hurt for several days. My jaws, teeth and neck recovered sooner than my ears.
I will never, ever go back to a live concert.
It's not fun.
Your music experience might be vastly different.