It was a much bigger outdoor venue than we had anticipated, so, rather than fight the crowd and get stuck in the middle of thousands of sweaty drunk people, we stood near the back where we had a clear shot of the stage and the big screens that magnified the four specks that were Mumford & Sons in the flesh.
For two years I have loved Mumford & Sons. I first listened to their album as I drove down country roads into the sunset (windows down, of course). In a time of my life when I felt lost, trapped, and confused, their music filled me with an incredible sense of freedom and empowerment. Their spirited soundtrack made me feel alive and lifted my soul.
So when the sun set behind the stage and I heard them begin to play this live
I was freaking out.
I realized at one point that my hands were clasped together because the beauty and power of their music had lifted my soul in prayer. It was a sort of spiritual experience for me. The energy was palpable. We watched the lights move over the people--like raindrops on a pond, as Nick so aptly described it. The band used that energy of the people like an instrument. In fact, they used every element--the energy, the instruments, their voices, the lyrics, our location (they said "O-H" we said "I-O")--to create something alive that moved through us and we were all a part of something bigger than ourselves. We were a part of their music, a part of their show, a communion of lovers of music, hearts beating and souls searching for truth, beauty, freedom, love.
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