How fitting that this is my favourite photo of the night!
There is nothing quite like the frenzy caused by Music's bite, especially when it sneaks up on you glorious and unanticipated, in a specimen you never saw or heard before.
Many moons ago, I learned in psychology that verbalizing your emotions or impressions--things that you feel blindly rather than know calculatedly--was a lethal process that would cause you to dissect those pure, raw, and effortless instincts and make you question the basis for your thoughts altogether, most likely removing any former meaning or gravitas and eventually leading you down a different rabbit hole of opinion altogether.
So, in the spirit of trying to hold on to the sanctity that was tonight's concert, featuring The Crackling (a band I immediately fell in love with), Burning Hell (ironic given my choice of words, though they are what I would call a comedic rock band), and the graciously humble Dan Mangan, I will be scant with my praise and complimentary words, though they are each wholly deserving of many. It was an experience--an audio, visual, and even spiritual one at that--from the wit and charisma of each person standing in front of a mic to the kind generosity of everyone present. This is all the more remarkable because I came to the show tonight knowing only 2-3 songs by the headliner, and for the duration of the evening this was not an impediment at all. I enjoyed each and every second.
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