Out of eighteen Porter shows, Echostage tonight had to be one of my absolute favorites. I’ve never really cried at a Porter show until tonight. When he spoke to the crowd, dedicated Language to us, I was pretty much a goner. Sobbing on that front rail. DC was bananas, and I loved every second of it.
Okay dude I’m supposed to be sleeping because I got one of those horrific Black Friday shifts. Instead I’m sitting here, doing what I told myself not to do and that’s thinking about Porter’s album. With all of his visible excitement about new music and a brand new direction, it’s one of the consistent things that I’m looking forward to all the time. Sort of like Christmas. I will be that kid running down the stairs to go pick up the album once it’s released ASAP.
It’s interesting. I’ve been watching somebody transform into a mature artist who holds onto really inspiring spirit when it comes to making music. It’s like watching somebody painting something beautiful onto a blank canvas that people have tried to fill, but weren’t successful. The way he pushes himself to create something out of himself that we’ll all get, that we’ll all lay in bed, eyes shut, headphones all the way turned up and listen to. That’s all sorts of great.
Damn, I cannot wait for 2014 solely because of all of this. This, paired with his new live shows are something that’s going to have a lot of meaning to me in the future.
I’M SO TOUCHED. I need to go to sleep, but I’m bursting at seams.