God was sitting on my head. he grabbed my hands and clapped them together. he strained my voicebox and tickled my brain for the lyrics he knew were in there. He was totally right there. in every puff of marijuana smoke i could see erupting over the crowd in random spots. "where were you when we were getting high?", there were more marijuana smoke eruptions for that song for sure.
there is nothing like live music. live music is better than love, sex, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs. to stand there in the center of the people, we were all connected. unfamiliar faces were familiar to me because we were feeling the exact same thing in the exact same moment. a concert is more than just a concert. it's proof that people have a love for something, that people believe in something real.
this is what the Gallaghers do to me, world. you need to listen to what they say, and what they play and you'll find it beautiful, same as me. it's when you hear the first couple chords and your brain knows right away... thousands of brains know right away. you roar because you want to participate and you don't want to feel out of the bubble. you stand up and wave your arms and laugh and mess up the words 'cause no one gives a shit and everyone's in love with the air.
you can find me chasing the sun.
Saturday, August 30
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