Not only did they replicate it,
but they somehow surpassed
the way the album sounded on my headphones.
Technically I was in the third row,
but with the aisles filled
and no one in their seats
my seat felt further from the stage.
I was actually kind of relieved
none of my friends
came with me,
as I suddenly felt self conscious of my surroundings;
watching these awkward looking geeks
make this euphoric–almost majestic music.
Layers of smokey light flickering
with every chord change.
People swaying to the rhythm of “Talk Show Host”
in their sweaters, blue jeans, and converse shoes.
It felt like I was in a secret club,
and everyone thinking this band’s best song was “Creep”
was missing out on this quiet Sunday evening.
This certainly beat watching the Red Sox on television.
~Edward Austin Robertson
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