Since this is actually supposed to be a travel/education blog, I am desperately trying to think of an angle which will allow me to blog about a concert. I had to travel by car for an hour to get to said concert? I stayed in a hotel for the night?
Whatever. I’m going to blog about it anyway, because it was Mumford & Sons, and it was amazing. And it reminded me of some things. It reminded me of the importance of going out and having fun with your significant other without your smaller significant others. It reminded me that even an hour away can be a vacation. It reminded me that all things should be approached with wonder. It reminded me of the power of music, and the emotional responses it can evoke. Especially when it’s loud and really really good. It can make you smile – constantly, in that weird Cheshire Cat sort of a way that I usually find disturbing in a person. It can make you tingle all over. And at the risk of sounding like a total flake, it can make you feel like you can fly. Like you could just soar out over the crowd, soaking up the surprisingly beautiful sound of 25,000 voices singing in unison, as if they are trying to drown out the very voice of the man they paid to listen to. It can carry you away, so that you are somewhere else.
There. I have probably crossed the line now. The one that separates the sane from the not-so-sane. The reasonable from the melodramatic. But I like to blog about things that move me in some way. And this super-talented foursome did that. So, here’s to Mumford & Sons for providing the inspiration for my flakiness.
Music washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday life. Berthold Auerbach
After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible, is music. Aldous Huxley