You squeeze your way into the back of the venue, amongst the
sweating bodies in the full to capacity venue. The band are in full swing and
it sounds awesome.
As per all their previous appearances at The Hop, or
anywhere else, it’s a flawless show, an education in cracking, infectious
songwriting lapped up by a diehard audience.
The show is drawing to a close and the band have stripped
themselves back to just ukulele and vocals for a moving and unforgettable
conclusion. It’s magical; this is what live music is all about, you think to
yourself. These special moments where you exist outside yourself. You forget
where you are, how you feel – in fact, you feel nothing – you are just inside
the sound and second.
With her final strum of the ukulele, the crowd gives a
final, deafening roar of approval. You, like everyone else in the room is
desperate for air.
