I believe there is something primal in live music. Something that stirs us, moves us, compels us to immediate camaraderie to the crowd. Instant friendships are made on the basis of shared excitement and joy- we’re all here for the same thing, after all. We come together- an overgrown tribe of fans- to jump and jive, swoon and sway, whoop and holler.
Music so loud you can’t think; don’t think. Baselines so heavy your sternum vibrates and heart thumps not to its own beat but to the music’s. Hands clap of their own volition; are we keeping time with the band or for the band? In the end we’re all a part of the music.
Live shows are magical. I can’t help but picture long-ago gatherings with little more than a drum and a voice and plenty of heart. Everyone knows the songs and sings along and dances far into the night. If you strip away the stage, amps and wiring, microphones and relay boxes you can come close.
It’s not so hard to imagine when you drunk on drums and heady with song.
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