Portishead

Hammersmith Apollo Theatre, London, April 2008 - Portishead

I've sweated and perambulated through the pits, fought manic revelers for my place at the front, hopped, jumped, sung loudly, reeled drunkenly, and madly howled with joy. I've soaked in gentle wafting tunes as I lay on the grass; basking in the sunlight. I've listened as I watched the moon rise over the landscape, closed my eyes and soared with the music, and passionately held onto a lover while listening to a shared song.

But none of it... absolutely none of it, compares to the moment I experienced at your show. I was standing there; simply standing and watching and listening when it hit me. There was a sudden tension and pressure that started at the top of my head and quickly built until if finally broke over me. The sensation was like the ice-cold fingernails of a lover lightly scratching down the back of my neck. You'd plaintively cried out during Sour Times, and it washed me in chills. Your voice, your passion. I will never forget.