I'm a wee bit passionate about music. It moves me. Plunging into my soul, it moves me. There's something about Dave Matthews' voice that completely melts me. It's like he and his guitar are speaking to my heart. I was twelve when I first saw him in concert. I remember letting Dave's voice fill my ears, my heart, my entire body. That concert opened the floodgates to an obsession. An obsession with this band, and all live music. Dave's concerts marked summer. I love the familiarity of being there. Having every person on the lawn going crazy at a few simple cords. Arm-in-arm with the best of friends. Swaying to a fifteen minute jam session, that you know is just happening because they just feel like it. I wish I could bottle that feeling. But since I can't, I drink in everything. And the best part? Finally being there, next to my honey. Living loud. We danced, and drank, sharing long kisses in the hot sun. And stealing a few more under a full, bright moon. We sang, and cheered until our voices were strained. Then cheered some more. It was magic. Pure, unrestrained, and familiar, much like coming home.
I obviously couldn't lug my big camera in the concert, so these are from my point and shoot. Happy Weekend Eve!
One year married!
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