Driving south to see Young the Giant we had all the windows down, an infinite playlist of good jams blaring, and we could all feel spring in the pores of our bodies and souls. In the city the sun warmed everything and my friends and I were high on spring and hyper from anticipation.
For the encore they played Apartment, Mind Over Matter, and finished with My Body and it was totally mad and we all jumped and screamed/sang ourselves hoarse. Somehow it's a really good feeling to almost lose your voice after a concert. As we drove along the nighttime city avenues, everything felt right with the world. Good concerts are kinda magic to me.
[all photos by me]