I've been waiting to update this blog until I felt that I would have the time to write about this day in the appropriate amount of detail and with the right amount of care. I suppose now's as good a time as ever.
Friday the 6th I saw my favorite band (Jimmy Eat World) perform my favorite album (Clarity), and it was the best musical experience I have had in my life.
I'm not sure if I can explain how important and powerful this show was to me, but I will try: I cried. I jumped up and down on my bum leg. I hugged Joe and Julie as we tilted and swayed. I san
g, screamed, danced. I clutched my hands to my heart and let my eyes fog with water because it was all I could do to not lie down on the floor, awestruck.This album is such a part of me, and on Friday I was able to see it at its best, bathe in it with a room of other strangers who, like me, clearly felt that their souls have become intertwined with the delicate notes. It was the church of the mid-90s teen, and we stood together in droves, pressing against one another to glimpse God himself.
That is the best I can do. I leave you with pictures.
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