I like concerts.
Live music just does it for me. The sound of the band, the pulse of the crowd, and the fact that no one cares that you don't know the words as you sing at the top of your lungs.
Despite the fact that locks can be picked with lead singer Matt Bellamy's skinny frame, his voice filled the whole damn arena at BU. They hit picks from every album, ranging from the dancing piano of Newborn to the throbbing chords of Hysteria. (I'm a huge Absolution fan, so anything from that album makes me very happy.)
And, of course, they let loose with the balloons. The crowd went berserk. (And so did I. I can't control myself - they're so good!)
Excellent show! Almost as good as Radiohead at the Field Day Festival (fiasco?) a few years ago. (I have a hard time deciding what my favorite concert is - U2 and Radiohead compete for attention in my heart. Your favorite?)
Closed out Sunday on the beach with NurseBestFriend and by wishing a Happy Birthday to another friend (pursuant to the post-it on the visor of my Volkswagen). Next weekend is the enGAGment party - I'm already charging my camera battery for that. And my Speak n' Spell.