i failed to realize how excited i was until it had already started. five years in the making.
an enclave of white tubing, chromatically illuminated by lasers, surrounded the entire stage.
raging blocks of red, flowing seas filled the amphitheater to the brim through those ubiquitous poles. it was enveloping.
radiohead played their most quintessential songs: optimistic (hanson's just isn't the same...), street spirit, bulletproof, everything in it's right place, nation anthem...only the best.
He surprised me though, He showed up. not that He wasn't there, i just hadn't expected Him to show Himself in that forum. with the undulating timbre came this overwhelming sense of ethereal connectivity, that somehow i was brought to this oh-so-intimate place of praise through the most unassuming of mediums. christian and i discussed this lightly on the trip up to west palm, how the Creator is discovered through the creativity endowed to man, proclaiming His truth through beauty and elegance. He became so clear through the band's tones, the sheer levels of texture, vivacity, depth: the kind of depth which longs for metaphysical interactions with the notes themselves. all of this culminated into one unorthodox venue to perceive one's Holy One; how He majestically appears according to His own Metronome.
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