“Hahahaha
A. Fuck Trump supporters. Full stop.
B. You’ve had 50 years to find out what Waters does. What he does is this. Dumbfucks.
C. He still has your money and you are still garbage.”
—Jason Malmberg
After the force that was the Roger Waters show last night,
I literally stood in silence,
completely motionless,
watching the crowds go by for about fifteen minutes,
just to let it all sink in.
My soul was reactivated tonight.
My mind,
my heart,
my soul feel alive again.
Not just because I finally got to see live music after so long, but because it was pretty much a Pink Floyd show.
A FUCKING AMAZING ONE.
I got to see my God tier music performed live again.
It’s not something I will recover from quickly,
and that’s okay. Right now,
I’m just content to swim through all this bliss.
Dayum. One of the killer songs he played from his new album:
Lastly (for now),
mega shout out to the adorable hippie couple with the charming foreign accents sitting next to me,
for not calling security on me for singing every single Pink Floyd song at the top of my lungs (and air drumming, etc. I can’t help it … I know every lyric, drum beat,
and guitar solo from every single song on every single album by heart).
I think the boyfriend felt the show more than the girlfriend,
but she was super sweet,
liked my pants (they were super cute),
and joined us in dancing along to Pigs (Three Different Ones),
which is one of their grooviest tunes,
despite its strong political commentary.
It was nice to bond with strangers over good music again.
Thank you Stacy, for making last night possible. You have no idea what this means to me. ❤
—kimberly a. morales
Flommist Kimberly A. Morales is a food and wellness blogger, and patron saint of cats. Copyright © 2017 Kimberly A. Morales.
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