Saw them 11/3 at the 9:30 in DC...phenomenal concert, casual, entertaining, great sound, and full on audience participation!  Overall great live show!  (This was the second song played.)

Sometimes, it is wonderful to understand the effect music and good live shows have on a person...

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I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

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I"m seeing Elbow - Little Fictions, but hearing Robert Plant and a banjo?

Got to be one of the best bands ever. Guys lyrics and singing are quite exceptional. A thinking man's (Person's to be fashionably woke) band

Saw them 11/3 at the 9:30 in DC...phenomenal concert, casual, entertaining, great sound, and full on audience participation!  Overall great live show!  (This was the second song played.)

Sometimes, it is wonderful to understand the effect music and good live shows have on a person...

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I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

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Saw them 11/3 at the 9:30 in DC...phenomenal concert, casual, entertaining, great sound, and full on audience participation!  Overall great live show!  (This was the second song played.)

Sometimes, it is wonderful to understand the effect music and good live shows have on a person...

===================================

I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

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Guy has it all - even his late mother-in-law (Diana Rigg)  who was Emma Peel in the Avengers  a British 1960 adventure series who corrupted many a young man in her leather catsuit.

Guy has it all - even his late mother-in-law (Diana Rigg)  who was Emma Peel in the Avengers  a British 1960 adventure series who corrupted many a young man in her leather catsuit.

I am a new grandpa of a little girl and the lyrics of this song are magnificent.

I am a new grandpa of a little girl and the lyrics of this song are magnificent.

Saw them 11/3 at the 9:30 in DC...phenomenal concert, casual, entertaining, great sound, and full on audience participation!  Overall great live show!  (This was the second song played.)

Sometimes, it is wonderful to understand the effect music and good live shows have on a person...

===================================

I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

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I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

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I can remember my first time at a concert. ....

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I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

====================

I can remember my first time at a concert.

My dad is an avid music junkie, and bombarded my tiny little ears with 80s rock, 90s British underground, and the like since before I could walk. So, naturally, he took me to an Elbow concert. Elbow is a British band of 40-year-old men that was (and still is) pretty popular across the ocean. As a 14-year-old, I was the youngest one in the club. It was a Tuesday night in Washington D.C., three hours from home. Not the prime place for me to be during my bedtime on a school night.

But it was a night I will never forget.

I sang my tiny lungs out, knowing every word by heart. I even wore shoes I colored in the spirit of the band (I still wear them to every concert to this day). The most magical part of the night was when they played my favorite song of all time. My dad had a bruise from the excited pushing and squeezing he endured when I heard the first notes.

I cried a little, I will admit. It was such a pivotal night in my life, and in more ways than I

thought at the time. I kept thinking to myself, like most young kids, I wanted to be on stage.

I wanted to give others the same experience. I wanted to be the reason someone buys show tickets months in advance and keeps a countdown calendar like I did.

But I had one slight issue. I could not sing, or play an instrument well enough. And honestly, I had little motivation to learn. 

Music still had a hold on me, though. I realized that there is so much more that goes into making someone's favorite song. There is more than just the instruments or singers. There are sound engineers, and record labels, and producers.

That is what I wanted. I wanted a hand in making the music, without overpowering  the initial creativity of the songwriter. I wanted to be a maker and a listener. And I decided I was going to be a producer.

Throughout high school, I did as much as was possible to learn what was needed to pursue my dream. I did a sound engineering and production workshop, and went to more concerts than I can count. I fell in love with the technology and software in the studio. I found my niche.

College is just a steppingstone to more opportunity. And learning the ins and outs of a multitude of media industries now gives me the chance to bring ingenuity to the table in the future. I finally get to spend time learning about exactly what I love. And to me, that is the greatest part about studying communication. 

I love what I am studying, and the material just ignites my passions further. Degree in hand, I will get to fulfill the original dream of sharing the experience of music with others. The little girl screaming in the crowd will not be me anymore, but someone else. And I will be the one responsible for the favorite song, for the bruises on Dad's shoulder.

I will create the unforgettable night for someone else.

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