Mum’s asking me about a flag one of her neighbours has hung up outside their house.

“It’s got a skulls”

“Do you mean the pirate flag?”

“No, it has crossed under the skull” [crosses her arms in front of her face]

“Do you mean the pirate flag on international talk like a pirate day?”

“…”

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Reading back in my livejournal to try and figure out why Concert Archives has me at a Frank Turner gig in December 2009 and OUT OF NOWHERE finding the answer to why I don’t remember going to see Muse in Birmingham. This has literally baffled me for YEARS.

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I know what my favourite band look like. I’ve seen them probably about 10 times in person at this point and watched countless videos. I’ve been at the front of gigs enough times and now I like being further back where it is slightly less energetic.

Anyway, it got me thinking and really the thing I want from being at a concert is that visceral feeling of being in community/communion with everyone in that room who loves this band as much as I do.

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…but eh whatever it’s a gig and we are all squashed in together and more importantly, because we were squashed in together I was getting too hot so I told him and he swapped places so I now had less human at my back and was cooler. I think among whatever thoughts he was having was that he was taller than me and I wouldn’t be able to see, because he did seem to check a few times but the thing about going to gigs is the being there, with the other fans, feeling the music blast you at volume.

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