Sometimes you just have a weekend so killer you can’t help but keep talking about it.
It’s that word vomit, except it feels more like word vomit glitter, like spewing enthusiasm and sparkles at the same time.
Not only did the last weekend of September hold promises of kick-ass music and an amazing city, but a mini-college reunion as well.
Ya can’t do better than that.
When fellow University of Portland Pilots reunite, there’s guaranteed good times. Surprisingly, no purple.
We grabbed lunch in Boston’s North End, which, unbeknownst to me until after we grubbed, was right next to Paul Revere’s house (!!!!!!!). Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, we got our own amaze-balls things goin’ for us: killer nature, clean air, and some serious handlebar mustaches.
But I gotta hand it to the Northeast: they’ve got seeeeeeerious history. Like, literally everywhere you walk.
But, Boston didn’t just bring history. It brought a killer music scene through the music festival, Boston Calling, held in the heart of Downtown Boston.
Shenanigans were had.
During the Chromeo performance, Boston City Hall literally lit up.
And then Chromeo KILLED IT. Imagine the funkiest concert you could ever go to… then add light sticks.
But no band could hold a handle – nay, a light stick – to the headliner of the night: Alt-J.
Most of their performance I spent with my mouth wide open, completely mesmerized by their drummer. I have never seen skill like that (seriously, look them up on YouTube). Easily, the most impressive musical performance I’ve ever witnessed, and the best music I’ve ever heard.
It’s all thanks to this guy. Thanks for being my best friend and my favorite person to do everything from ride the Metro North train to dancing in the middle of downtown Boston.