*Disclaimer* All of the following media was taken with my iPhone, and I realize its sinful.
November 28th, Paradise Rock Club, Boston. It was freezing, but seeing as how I’ve never been as hyped for any concert as this in all my life, I didn’t notice much.
^That’s my girlfriend by the way, isn’t she beautiful?^
Run The Jewels, to me, is hip hop right now. Their music plucked one of my heart strings that I never knew existed — I’m sure many of us have had a similar experience in our lives, not necessarily limited to music.
After a tasteful aperitif of Despot and Ratking, the eponymous duo stepped out of the shadows to “We Are the Champions”, and immediately cannonballed into “Run The Jewels” (off the album Run The Jewels by the artists Run The Jewels).
The next 75 minutes or so was a blur. If I hadn’t stuck my phone in the air every so often to contextualize the night, I would have just flashes of moshing, rap-screaming along at the top of my lungs as if they had to hear me alone, and hanging onto every word of the soliloquies the two would orate between songs.
They just had so much fun the whole time.
I got to see my favorite people making music right now perform what is going to be (in my mind) the album of the year, at a tiny venue. When everyone else and I reluctantly and lethargically made our way towards the doors when it was over, I only then realized how raspy my voice was, how a muffled veil had fallen over my right ear, and how hungry I was for fast food. In that moment, it felt so damn wonderful to be alive.