I watched young kids bounce frantically, sweat pouring, hands raised. I watched a shirtless mans relationship peak and devolve in the matter of an hour. The irony of that man, slumped over, passed out, while the crowd sang “All these, magic moments, I’ve forgotten.” I watched a band give everything, even their personal bottled and Nalgene bottle water to the crowed. I watched kids pass those bottles of water around, making sure all those who were thirsty got some as the heat enveloped the theater. I watched Portland move and dance like I’ve never seen it do before at a punk show (weird, I know, but people are statues here most of the time). It was beautiful. It’s music and passion like @jeffrosenstock
and Company that remind me of what it was like to be 17 again, dancing like a maniac and believing the world isn’t such a terrible place after all. Fuck yeah.