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Why I Love The Vox Concert Series

I've been thinking about what to blog about for awhile. And then it hit me. I should talk about the thing that has been keeping me going, especially this past week as I have been grieving the loss of my grandma. What has saved me? Music, and my friends at the Vox Concert Series.

What is the Vox Concert Series? According to their website: Vox Concert Series is Marshfield, Wisconsin’s premier entertainment venue, offering national and regionally touring acts in an intimate setting. Our goal is to provide a quality, exceptional concert experience to every guest who enters our door as well as every act which graces our stage. We’re keenly focused on becoming one of the best listening rooms in the United States. 


If you click on the link to the website you can find other FAQ about what Vox is. Because it is getting off focus of what I wanted to write about.


I want to write about the other side of Vox. The fun and joy I receive from volunteering.

Our small group of volunteers has become a close knit family to me. Yes, we work hard, but we also know how to have fun.

I've also met some crazy-amazing musicians and made friends with the people that keep coming to Vox.


Honestly, I love it. I love what I do. I love how it makes me feel like a "normal" person, the sense of accomplishment and pride it gives me. I honestly wouldn't trade the experiences I've had and the future experiences I will have for anything.


And did I mention the musicians and the amazing meet and greet experiences, the patron's and volunteers get to experience. I've honestly never seen anything like it. It is so cool.


If you are in the Central Wisconsin area or ever will come this way, I say check it out. List of events should be found here.  And if you have any questions you can always contact Brian Sauer on facebook.

And now I am going to leave you with a few pictures of the fun I have had and will continue to have.





















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