Why hello there friendly readers. I am writing to the internets to tell of a grand and wonderful event. On a now not-so-recent evening, I spent 3 hours in a glorious frenzy of music and passion and dancing that was fueled 98% by Kishi Bashi and Tall Tall Trees and 2% by several dirty martinis. It was the first time in my life that I could really relate to the ravers and deadheads who are able to sway back and forth to the music, eyes closed, arms swirling through the air and all around their bodies, unable to experience anything else but the sounds and pulses coming from the stage. I was that girl, you know, the one in the corner that knows all the words to every song and needs a 3 foot radius around her in order to avoid an accidental collision or worse, an all-too-personal serenade as she takes your hands, twirls you in a circle and sings to you. Yep, that was me, and it was splendid. As Kishi and Tall Tall Trees built their songs one part at a time on stage right in front of me, my eyes and chest swelled with emotion. As a particularly analytic person, it was a delight to be oh so caught up in the moment. I wrote this post only to share with PaisleyTunes readers this magical event, to thank Architorture for showing me these wonderful artists, and to remind you all to let loose and get lost in a musical performance as soon as possible.
Go on, get to it.
Kishi and I talking after the show. He was very fond of my blissful antics during the show, especially when I twirled my way to a small spot at the front of the stage just in time for It All Began With a Burst and proceeded to sing right to him and dance wildly, while the rest of the crowd kept a straight face and slightly moved their heads in a rhythmic nod. He was singing right to me, too. At least in my hopped-up-on-happy head he was.
This is why I don’t go to shows with you.. I feel like a lesser fan since I don’t know a single word.
Just kidding.. it’s because I live on the East Coast.
But really, it’s because Kirocknroll is crazy and you have to keep 3,000 miles between you when she’s amped up on dirty martinis.
Too true Stabbarific! (Some of the words I was singing may not have been correct or may have been in 1 of 5 language, several of which I made up).