Last night I went to a show at Kilby Court with my cute friend Emma. She’s a looker and we honestly shouldn’t go anywhere together, because weird voices and creepy eye contact filled with unspoken communication abound. I LOVE it.
We were pleasantly surprised that not just the headlining, but two opening bands were beautiful; I forgot how much I love shows. It’s definitely been a minute. (Thanks China, and semester from H-E-DOUBLE.)
I just feel joy when I listen to music live. It’s like this un-language-able feeling, and the more I write, the more I’m realizing that nearly all my favorite things in life are. They’re the things you can’t trap with words – the way the live music hums from your legs to your stomach to your chest to your ears. I don’t know. It’s just good.
I’ve realized that there are three things I really love to do at shows, besides the obvious listening to music.
1) I love to watch the face of whoever I came with, or search the faces of strangers. I love to see the way the music smiles at them, and they smile back – or the way it absolutely stills them. I love to catch tears in peoples’ eyes when a song grabs them and they feel understood, or inspired. I love seeing the kiss happen in a girl’s eyes long before her boyfriend finishes his set and it actually happens.
2) I have a really bizarre obsession with watching the bodies of musicians. I’m sure I could leave it at that and all my ladies out there would be like, girl, that’s not weird, that’s just common sense. And yeah, musicians are by default SMOKIN’ hot. But what I really love is watching how different people keep beat. Is it the sway in their hips, the tap of a free hand, alternating feet, steps forward and back – how do they feel their music on the most basic level?
3) I love watching the face of whoever is singing the song. Yes. Some people are ugly singers. But I have to appreciate that. I just love watching someone’s face as they feel and share what they have created. The human face is a beautifully expressive thing, people. I’m just saying. For instance, last night? The lead singer, every single song, would close his eyes and give his music… and you could tangibly read on his face the love he had for his wife. I LOVE LOVE.
All in all, it was a magical night. We ended it right with a Walmart run at midnight thirty, and our respective chicken and waffles and chocolate chip pancake stacks at IHOP. Bless that 24-hour establishment.
I love music, humanity, friends, and also PANCAKES.