I am not one to be moved by music. Not normally, anyway. I have no real ear for it, no talent for it, never gained skill at any instrument in my youth, cannot sing, and do not have the vocabulary or knowledge to talk about music in any useful terms. Lots of “I” statements from me: “I like that song” or “I feel sad when the violin plays.” Not rocket science over here. Apparently my descriptive talents lie in describing food.
I do, however, easily have a favorite band in the entire world: Florence + The Machine. There is something magical about what they do. I’ve been lucky enough to see them perform live twice now, once just a few weeks ago, and their shows are revelatory in their energizing nature. I’ve never seen another performer harness and feed off of the energy of a crowd like Florence Welch – and she always turns it into a positive moment of connection with the people around you.
Have you ever been to a Catholic mass? Admittedly, I’ve been to maybe three ever. This last weekend, I was at a Catholic wedding. There was a segment where you greet your neighbors and wish them peace, as well as a part where everyone held hands and sings. Well, during a live show, Florence will ask you to greet your neighbors, to tell people you love them, to hold hands, to dance, to jump. I’m not a religious person, but if church makes people feel the kind of love and hope that a Florence + The Machine concert makes me feel, then I think I understand the appeal.