'i just want to go to gigs every night pls'

"i just want to go to gigs every night pls" 

My phone lit up with those words when I arrived home on Monday night; a text from one of the friends I had just been at Everything Everything's gig at. Can we, for a  moment, talk about how very jealous I am that my friend's inaugural concert was Everything Everything? That is extremely, incredibly cool, is it not? I saw McFly when I was seven. That doesn't have quite the same ring to it. 

I think she might be spoilt now though; will any future gigs ever quite live up to this one? It was incredible. If you've heard any of Everything Everything's songs, you'll know there are a lot of soaring harmonious melodies and quickly sung lyrics with more meaning to unearth. We had our doubts that it would cross over well to live performance. No one could actually be capable of singing like that live, surely?

Apparently, they can.

Because Monday's set was incredible. I'm not a music journalist; I don't know the technical terms and I don't know how to structure this properly and I don't give a damn.

Because I know that music, especially live music, can turn your insides to mush and keep you dancing for hours and teach you how to cry and sing at the same time. And I know that some songs will be so loud everyone around you will be singing every word and a woman in front of you is old enough to be your mother but she is dancing badly, and makes her daughter and you and your friends dance badly too, and none of you know each other but that doesn't matter. And for some songs, I know that the crowd will be so hushed that you can hear the heartbeats listening reverently.

And in the pauses between songs, a friend of a friend will tell you how fit the drummer is, and a boy in front will nearly spill beer on someone's shoes and apologise profusely and then say "well, the music makes up for it". And he isn't lying, because the music is so good. It really is.

I have been replaying the few clips of video on my phone the past few days, trying to figure out some way to write about this. I can't figure out how to though; it was just too much to actually be able to form coherent sentences over. Someone asked me how it was, and I basically told them just to go to Europe & find out for yourself. I couldn't find the words. But instead of waiting to somehow magically be able to write something wonderful, I'm just going to throw all this up and hit publish.