A gig unfolds

A good gig can be felt. Anyone who’s been to one will agree with me, its in the air, its in the smell and feel of the crowd. They’re ramped, just waiting for the opening chords, or that thumping bass line.

This gig I was at, no wait, this experience I had at a gig has really stuck with me. The music was banging, post rock melodies. And the crowd was mellow, indie scene hipsters and quasi indie enthusiast all. The venue was smoky and dim, just the way I like it. The music reached peaks at all the right moments, and if you closed your eyes,even for a moment, everything seemed to vanish, and youre left alone with the music, hammering you from all angles.

The drum and bass rocked next, and we shook and jumped with the tempo. Sweat was pouring and splashing, my shirt was drenched, but I kept finding the energy to keep keeping on. When the sampled vocals came on during the downbeats it resonated with all your bones, with all your teeth, with all your hair, eyes, ears.

The cowman crowdsurfed. He was happy, to be up there.

The wallflowers bobbed their heads and snapped their fingers

It was a good gig.