Enough. Coldplay in O2 is gonna have to be the hugest gig I will ever go to. I don’t regret it, it was beautiful and really impressive and Fix You at the end left me breathless. But right now I’m watching my video from BSS’s concert @Heaven last may and I realize this is what I want.
I wanna watch Gomez in the tiny hall of a small dutch town, I wanna be three meters away from Grizzly Bear in the Roundhouse stalking the guy with the glasses in front that looks like Vlado, or on some nice guy’s shoulders in Hammersmith or Brixton.
I wanna go see small bands with my best friends, I wanna have someone to squeeze while Matt screams “My mind’s not right” and I need to be able to jump, scream and dance without someone shushing me on the back row.
I have three RH dates ahead. Four if you count the one in Texas. Is it weird how little excited I am about that? It is weird, isn’t it…
So here’s an item for my 2012 wishlist - a roadtrip. No flying. Us in the car day and night with the music on 24/7 and miles and miles and miles ahead…
