alt-j the German way
At concerts, I am used to being pushed, shoved, and heavily sweated upon by strangers. So naturally, this Monday when a few friends and I went to see alt-j in the Hamburg Sporthalle, I prepared myself for battle.
However, my experience was an actively comfortable one. I had a space,enjoyed a cool breeze or two, and was not once subjected to the bodily fluids of my fellow concert goers. I didn't even have to pull the "Oh, you gotta let me through, my little sister/brother/ easily confused friend is at the front all alone!" People simply stepped aside, beer in hand, and wished me a pleasant,forward bound journey. The stuff of miracles.
Alt-j wasn't too bad either. For the entire show, each band member stood strictly in their designated spot, as if they were waiting to be beamed up by Scotty. But that robotic distance worked in their favor. Like aliens fresh out of their spaceship, learning slowly how to feel for the first time, you can't help but be intrigued by their beat-driven exploration of human emotion.
However, my experience was an actively comfortable one. I had a space,enjoyed a cool breeze or two, and was not once subjected to the bodily fluids of my fellow concert goers. I didn't even have to pull the "Oh, you gotta let me through, my little sister/brother/ easily confused friend is at the front all alone!" People simply stepped aside, beer in hand, and wished me a pleasant,forward bound journey. The stuff of miracles.
Alt-j wasn't too bad either. For the entire show, each band member stood strictly in their designated spot, as if they were waiting to be beamed up by Scotty. But that robotic distance worked in their favor. Like aliens fresh out of their spaceship, learning slowly how to feel for the first time, you can't help but be intrigued by their beat-driven exploration of human emotion.
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