On a school night, thousands of us stood outside as we listened, sang and threw ourselves into the music that was being performed in front of us, for us.
Incubus, the American rock band who wrote the soundtrack to our teen angst was finally here. No surprise, most of the people I saw were around my age or older, having discovered them at a similar time, with the lyrics meaning something entirely different. It was the first show I have attended, in a long time that was not dominated by teenagers.
I was in a bad way and struggled to bring myself to attend, but I knew I would genuinely regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t go. So I dragged myself there and made it to the Athletics Track just after 20:00, knowing that Incubus was set to start at 20:20.
Or so I thought…
Opening the car door allowed the sound of Brandon Boyd to enter and I knew they were on. I had missed one or two songs already.
I sang along until I got there, scanned in and there they were, lighting up the stage. I had arrived midway through one of my favourites, Nimble Bastard.
And I was OK. Completely in control of my emotions… until:
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
and in this moment I am happy… happy…
I wish you were here
I was happy and all I could think about was someone who I recently lost. She made me so happy and I honestly wished she was there, or at least that she’d be there in the morning for me to tell my stories to.
I never had a favourite Incubus song, I do now.
Even though I was as far back as could be, I was there with people I love (Hi Najwah, thanks for reducing my headache with your lovely hugs)
Each song rolled into the next and in my state, it felt like one long, amazing song, with Pardon Me, No Fun and Nice to Know You being crowd favourites.
In between songs filled with feelings, Brandon would address the crowd, jokingly, casually, as if we were all friends before continuing the set and undressing as the night went on. By the end of the night, we were presented by him in his full form, loose, wild hair, putting us all to shame, shirtless and sweaty, his entire being becoming one with his performance.
The air was cool, but our excitement kept us warm as we threw our heads back, and sang to the full moon.
Shout out to We Are Live for a fantastic event and making dreams come true.