|Zach attack! We ran into our good friend and musical guru.|
Last night was the culmination of months, MONTHS of my listening to the same album on repeat every morning while driving to work*. I've mentioned Ben Howard's music at least twice before, like here and here, and I think buying tickets for his concert 3 months ago was maybe the most advanced planning I have ever done. Wait, that can't be true. Applying for college, getting married, booking Thanksgiving flights 4 months in advance unless you want to give up your life savings to fly home... these things call for advanced planning as well. The point is, there has been much personal hype around this concert for quite sometime.
I've found that after seeing an artist or band live, and if they do a good job, I have a new and transformed appreciation for their music. Such is the case with Ben Howard. I think I am less enthralled with the man himself, but definitely more intrigued then ever by the music. He was super shy, which is kind of endearing, and when he spoke, I couldn't understand him -- which is definitely my fault because a) I'm nearly deaf anyway and b) I was trying a little too hard to hear his British accent. I. love. accents. (Who doesn't?) But the music was incredible. It must be so much fun for someone with an uncanny ability to play the guitar like Ben Howard play for a packed house.
[Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of way to kneel and kiss the ground. - Rumi]
By far the best parts of the concert for me were the opening song and the encore. Pretty much because I think these two songs are beautiful, and pleasing to my ears. And soul. So I'll put them here.
Enjoy! Bonne nuit.
*I don't drive to work everyday. #Perksofworkingfromhome.
Oh gosh, I just fell victim to the hashtag. I'm not even sure if I did it correctly.
I have now spent a good 5 minutes staring at my computer screen debating deleting that line or leaving it. I refuse to ever do that again. Both the hashtag and wasting 5 minutes.