MUSIC
The house music goes down. The lights go up. The energy in the room shifts palpably. Then out they come. The singer waits longest, building anticipation as long as they can. As the opening chords ring out into the night, I’m there, in that hollowed ground we’ve unsanctimoniously called the photo pit, this little slice between the artist and the audience. I live for these first three songs. My brief window to immortalize these moments of powerful connection between the magic of music and the sonderous stories hovering inside each person in the crowd.
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“To be awed. To experience a communal sense of awe. I can feel it on stage and see it in people’s eyes. And I experience it too. To be held by an artist at the crucial moment of expression – to be awed, second by second, at the way a song or piece of music unfolds, to be held on the edge of tears by the drama of it all, and to be, as an audience member, an essential participant in the drama itself. That is a wonderful thing. So thank God, quite literally, for music, because it’s one of the last remaining places, beyond raw nature, that people can feel awed by something happening in real time, that feeling of reverence and wonder. These are sacred moments.” -Nick Cave
