I had a pretty packed weekend. I accidentally touched Dan Smith (lead singer of the English band Bastille), I went on a road trip with my parents and grandparents, and I got photobombed by a college football coaching legend. Also someone accidentally hit me in the face.
BUT FIRST I think we should probably take a moment to appreciate that my concert video capturing technique has actually worsened with age and experience rather than improved. This was when I saw Bastille in January.
Look at that beauty! That precision! And barely any shaky hand movements! Now, this was this past weekend (brace your eyes, people).
I don’t know why I bothered recording this at all. You cannot see things in this video so much as you can feel them resonate somewhere deep inside of you. Actually, come to think of it, this really captures the essence of the whole experience—loud, sweaty, passionate, mystifying, and AMAZING. But more on that another time. I need to give your eyes and brains a chance to recalibrate after that overwhelming exposure to blurry lights and my inability to just stop freaking jumping, Jesus.
The end of winter is in sight. I can feel it. Now, odds are it’s going to snow again, and I’m going to feel very silly. I shouldn’t fall into this trap every year. But right now it’s a balmy 45 degrees, and as far as I’m concerned that means spring is coming, and the days of frostbite and windchill are behind us.
Did I ever tell you guys about the Bastille concert? Actually, let me pose a follow-up question: did you guys know that Detroit in winter is cold? See, I knew this. Or I thought I did. I thought I was prepared. I had my big winter coat, my boots, my winter hat, my mittens, even a sweatshirt underneath. And I felt slightly ridiculous getting in line for the concert behind people in cute skirts and flowy dresses. A few hours later, however, it would be I who was laughing. Well, not really. We waited in line for three and a half hours when it was -10 degrees out, plus windchill. Nobody was laughing. But I did feel vindicated. I had to give Tara my second pair of gloves because she was suffering, and I can’t even say for sure what the cute-skirts-and-dresses faction did. I spent the whole time facing the other direction so as to shield myself from the wind, so I literally just didn’t see them for a solid chunk of time. The concert venue was downtown, and nearby businesses actually came out with blankets and hand warmers for us because the situation was so dire.
I should also mention that I had the flu. Or, well, I was in denial of having the flu. (This would be confirmed later.) So there were a lot of factors going into this that could have rendered it an entirely unenjoyable experience. However, despite being so cold that I didn’t remove my bulky winter coat until halfway through the concert, and despite being so sick that I had to pull over on my way home, I can say with absolute certainty that that concert was one of the best nights of my life. It’s definitely in the top ten. Bastille was fantastic, and we did a lot of dancing, and at one point I almost got hit with the microphone cord when Dan Smith went into the crowd, so basically it was perfect.
I would do it again in a heartbeat. Maybe without the cold, if we could finagle that. I just put my winter coat away, and I’m hoping I don’t need it again for a while.