Breathless

This last Saturday, we saw X in Orange County. 

It was a show that words can't do justice. I screamed myself hoarse. Danced like a maniac. Jumping up and down fist pumping in the air to the beat. 

We were near the end of the row almost center about 12 rows back and I must admit, I went a little cuckoo. I was "that girl", but I didn't care. Adrian acted as my buffer and put up with me screaming lyrics into his ear. 

What got me there?  It was being at a concert, after all this time, for one of my favorite bands. It was seeing the Blasters rock it. And Los Lobos.

Most of all, it was X's performance. They were perfect in the most punk rock of ways. The set list was awesome with a couple of new songs from their latest, the great Alphabetland. And then everything from Los Angeles to New World to Because I Do to Breathless to We're Desperate, to White Girl. So many of these songs hit me in the gut. Instead of bowling over, I rolled over. Into the music. Wave after wave. I rode it. 

You see, I write with their music in my head and in my ears. Their lyrics are everything. Poetry really.

Yet as always, it was also the emotion of it all. It was hearing Exene sing "Come Back to Me" (remembering all those who passed during Covid) under the deepening night sky, her voice carrying over the rows into the breezy air. It was what felt like an entire eight thousand crowd sing the song "Los Angeles" in time together. Dancing to the beat.

It felt incredible. I was transported. 

We swayed. We stayed. We danced. We gave ourselves up to the night. And I lost myself in the music. 

We were desperate. And breathless always. True love. Truly.