guys. i am full of emotions right now. i can already warn you that this post is going to be a jumbled-up whirlwind of tears and skinned knees and cracking voices.
last night, sara and i, along with her boyfriend and our friend alyssa, went to new orleans to eat donuts and sing really loud. getting home at 3 am, only to take a nap and wake up for school today, could not be more worth it.
the griswolds were the opening act and put on a huge show. i had heard of them before but never really listened to their music, but i wish i had before last night. they were so interactive and full of energy and so!! freaking!! nice!! i had the chance to talk to the drummer after (happy late birthday, lucky!), and they will be back in nola in october, so meet me there because you will regret missing it. listen to their newest album, be impressive, here.
i don't know if i really have the emotional capacity to really discuss what happened in that venue last night, but i will try my best. walk the moon is one of (if not THE) best live band i've ever heard. nicholas's vocal range is insane and he is definitely pitch perfect. they are so fun and more than anything: their shows aren't just live music, they're an experience. their energy is genuine and they make it impossible to not jump and scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs. i dare you to try.
the only way i can summarize my current feelings is post-concert depression. and since i'm having trouble articulating anything at all right now, i will share urban dictionary's take on the term.
post concert depression: also known as PCD, it is the depression after you favorite band or singer's concert. you feel like you miss them a lot even though they don't know you, and you don't know what to do with your life because your life is so boring outside of a concert. sometimes, the symptoms are so bad that you cry a lot, can't eat anything, and don't talk to anyone. post concert depression can last up to a week, depending on the severity of the concert. however, even after a long time, listening to the artist's music may cause a relapse.
if you need me, i'll be in my bed listening to talking is hard on repeat.
documenting the fun years.