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i was looking through my drafts and i am so very glad i found this account in which i describe the most singularly, wonderfully, impossibly perfect moment i have ever experienced. where's a pensieve when you need one? i wrote this after seeing andrew bird at echo beach a couple summers back.
Andrew comes on during golden hour. At some point early in the set, during a lull between songs, I sigh and stretch my neck upwards to catch a breeze that unrolls off the lake nearby. Looking up, my attention is taken by the sky: awash with the oranges and pinks and purples and blues of a sunset, dotted with the very faintest traces of stars at its darkest edges, like scattered grains of sugar or salt.
Andrew says something before easing into the next song. The notes flicker alive, dispersing through the wind and sand, curling in and around and through the crowd in osmosis, until it becomes impossible to imagine that music and human energy could ever be two different things that exist independently of one another. I am struck with a feeling of peaceful awe.
It was a perfect moment.
It was a perfect night.
Andrew comes on during golden hour. At some point early in the set, during a lull between songs, I sigh and stretch my neck upwards to catch a breeze that unrolls off the lake nearby. Looking up, my attention is taken by the sky: awash with the oranges and pinks and purples and blues of a sunset, dotted with the very faintest traces of stars at its darkest edges, like scattered grains of sugar or salt.
Andrew says something before easing into the next song. The notes flicker alive, dispersing through the wind and sand, curling in and around and through the crowd in osmosis, until it becomes impossible to imagine that music and human energy could ever be two different things that exist independently of one another. I am struck with a feeling of peaceful awe.
It was a perfect moment.
It was a perfect night.