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Around five in the morning, I heard the rain. I got up, drank some water, and crawled back into bed. I've started remembering the good things about sleeping in someone else's bed.

I drove home listening to "Read My Mind" on repeat, with the windows down. It's cloudy, but the wind is blowing. Sometimes the ragged veil lifts just enough to allow for a weak yellow glow, and the sun looks like a white, desert disk overhead. It is strangely beautiful, especially coming down into the hills where the grey sky makes the trees look all the more green.

Voice Post

The Killers

I just got home and listened to my voice post, which is hilarious by the way. I am deeply sad that I do not have a concert shirt, but the prices were outrageous. I don't go to enough shows. This is my own damn fault. I forget how restorative, how visceral and how fun they are. There's an energy and joy to live performances that you just don't get on screen or on cd. Dancing in a crowd of hundreds of people, singing along to the sound that sweeps away everything else in the entire world, it is an experience I wouldn't trade away.

The show itself was awesome. They had a fantastic, elaborate light rig that was the biggest and most interesting I've ever seen. It made for thousands of points of light, colored and moving over the crowd to make us all seem just a little bit more beautiful. At times, it was blinding. As far away as I was, I imagine it must have been like standing in the midst of an explosion for the kids right at the front. A couple times during the show there was glittery, shiny big pieces of confetti flying everywhere and it would sparkle red, gold, green, blue and white with the lights. Whoever designed their lights and managed it during the performance did a damn good job.

They played everything I wanted to hear, and filled me with joy. Because "Reasons Unknown" was one of the most important songs I've heard in the past several years, I was waiting anxiously. It came during the first encore and I think I shouted "Yes!" rather loudly. But really, when it is your favorite song, this matters. I sang along at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't even really hear myself. The sound was loud, reverberating in my bones and my ears. I have that hollow, slightly deaf feeling that one gets after a good rock show.