Last Night

Last night I saw Grizzly Bear at Radio City Music Hall. We arrived early. We were seated, close to the stage.  We drank clandestine tequila from a flask and ate some kind of candy-nerds-encrusted-gummi-rope that was nothing short of miraculous. The show began.

It was soaring and angelic. Parts of it were dreams of Beach Boys and Supremes and Zappas. It was something new. The gold-fanned clamshell that masquerades as a ceiling pulsed the sound around. The sonic boom shook my ribs just like it should. I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes.