My number one concert of all times was seeing him at Jammin Java for the double show, with my Matt. Him, guitar, crowd. It was religious and blasphemous and so fucking fantastic that nothing, nothing could ever touch that night. God. I honestly can't even begin to try to describe.
Last night's show was amazing. I had some of the best people in the world around me, I shot the whole concert, he played Angel and a brand new song, Bottom of the Sea that ripped me up. The transparency with which he played Falling Apart killed. He was funny and obscene and everything he always is.
I've always disapproved a bit of those fans that abandon musicians when they achieve what every other person strives for in this world - success. Success is not bad. Success is what keeps your musician touring, my elite, music friends. Your removed bitterness at "your" artist's climb to the top is shallow and meaningless. I am thrilled for Matt that he is finally getting to show the world how fantastic he is. The world is realizing real music still exists. They're about to be inspired.
But.
I love it, I love him... but I'm never going to get another show like Jammin Java. And yeah. That makes me bitter.
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It took me a little while to understand what you were saying at the end. If I may guess... it's wonderful that his songs are getting airplay, that he's touring, that his name's known... but it means he'll never play small venues an arm's reach from you again.
I'm sorry I wasn't articulate enough-- I tried thinking through this entry as I was falling asleep, and I guess it didn't work out as well as my sleepy mind planned it.
But for the record, you're right. It's that and so much more... He'll never be that close again, in more ways than one.
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