let lemons be angry

"i bet your ears are gone now"
"this is what ears are for"

You know you've arrived when all you have to do is tilt your chin at the audience and they scream.

When we sang along last night, it wasn't just about their performance. It was about every time we had sung along in the lousiest of life's moments or had revelations about their music. I waited x hours and a few years for them to come.

And so it was: a perfect world of classic rock listeners, boys with the oasis haircut, uk flags and band t-shirts, waiter-guards and sweaty cups of water, soursopseed spitting contests, bruises from being pressed against the barrier, pointing at them with "there are many things that i would like to say to you but i don't know how", encouraging gem when he looked at us, liam in his own world of liam and his "no, you're not the supernova", and the astoundingly accurate My Generation. There it is, the reason for my week.