I’m so excited to watch the Laura Marling live stream from Bonnaroo in a few minutes! (I’m actually seeing her in concert in two days!). That’s followed by The Avett Brothers live stream in about an hour! (5pm CST, 6pm for fellow ESTers like myself).
“Literally thank you to every single person who has bought, ripped, acquired or handed off our records… if you got anything out of this, I feel successful.”—From Justin Vernon’s thanks in the LP lyric booklet of Bon Iver, Bon Iver
Bon Iver post concert depression is the worst kind of post concert depression
I can’t believe how thin my words are seeming right now. Because I keep trying to describe what I felt, but as usual the vocabulary just doesn’t exist. I guess… I haven’t felt quite that entirely happy in a really long time. It was perfect. And it was everything I wanted (needed) it to be.
The full setlist was actually flawless. Maybe a little short, but wonderful. I had been talking to my friend while we were tailgating about how great it would be if they played Creature Fear and The Wolves, and they played both, which led to some pretty embarrassing fangirling. But I think a lot of what made their performance even more powerful is that the band appreciated the venue, and worked with it. Even without a show, Red Rocks is oddly compelling. You cannot help but be inspired there. Or at least, I can’t. But I think the sheer magnificence of the place can also intimidate. It can hurt a performance sometimes. Bon Iver rocked it though. The first song of the encore was The Wolves, and before they started Justin (who I couldn’t actually believe I was seeing in the flesh) was saying how everyone should sing “what might have been lost” together, and that maybe at the end, during all of the screaming we would just take off, and the two rocks surrounding us would just turn into rocket ships. Attaboy. I loved that he seemed so enthralled by the venue. I think I tend to claim some sort of vastly unwarranted possession over the place. I can’t help it. But being there with friends who also appreciated what they were experiencing made it that much better. The entire time I was holding hands with one of them who was maybe 5 shots too drunk. Also at some point last night I think I decided it was the best concert I’d ever been to.