Explosions In The Sky
Live @ Bologna, 29.05.11

THE REVIEW

It's been... I don't know, I think four days since that concert. Not much time has passed, really.

I've thought long and hard about the words to write, and I still haven't found them. I don't think I ever will. I don't think they exist. I don't think they're needed.

A Sunday evening, not too hot, in Bologna. A venue not too large, not too bright, a friend with me.

They enter the stage, the crowd starts to shout, clap, whistle. I stood there motionless, eyes fixed on the stage, I didn't feel like doing or saying anything. I was trembling. And I was barely holding back the tears.

The show begins, if you can call it that. The sounds hit me, they enter me, they eviscerate me. Every note is a damn tear. Here there aren't songs, it's a continuous flow that shakes you and devastates you, elevates you to the sky only to throw you back down to the ground.

I remember every moment of calm, every more intense moment.

I remember wanting to kill anyone who shouted during the tensest moments.

I remember everything.

I remember when they started "Your Hand In Mine". And there, I couldn't take it anymore.

I cried, I think, like never before in my life. Like only a child knows how.

The concert ends, people start to thin out, leaving satisfied. I remain motionless, staring at a point that perhaps didn't even exist. Until I manage to move, and then we head home. My friend goes to sleep, I stay up all night at the table, probably going through twenty cigarettes in four hours.

And meanwhile, I think back to the magic experienced that evening. I'd been waiting for it for three years. A magic that will never break.

I think back to every moment of calm, to every more intense moment.

I think back to wanting to kill anyone who shouted during the tensest moments.

I think back to everything.

I think back to every tear shed and not even wiped away.

And, thinking back to all this, in the complete silence of the night, I shed more.