#kbust

Every time I discover a new artist, I want to dive into their universe, what they stand for, what they’re passionate about, what they think about the music scene, etc... Always looking for that personality trait that would make me feel that we have something in common, something I can identify with.

The minute I found Florence + The Machine, I knew she was an artist I had to see play live. It all started with one song that captivated my ears and attention, as well as her energy on stage, jumping and running all over it. I still get chills when I watch her live videos; they take me back to that night I saw her performing for the very first time.

It was a hot day in Montreal, the day I finally made it to Osheaga, an important local music festival that happens every year during summer time. It all started early that day, walking from one stage to the next under the implacable sun, just to come across new bands or sing along with the songs that sounded familiar. It was a massive music event, with an enthusiastic crowd coming from different places, an event I didn’t want to miss this time around. I was there for the headliner; I was there to finally see Florence.

It was great to know she had some fans among my friends, so we were all excited to attend the festival together that day. We had done everything to make sure to be there, from securing our tickets the minute they were on sale, find the perfect festival outfit, to make up the perfect excuse to leave our workplaces earlier. It was a hot sunny day, but the nice weather in Montreal is not something we could take for granted, not even in summer.

The sun went down, the night was electric and the place was full of excited music fans like me. We were all impatient waiting for the big act of the night to hit the main stage. When suddenly the sky, that was previously clear, become cloudy and grey. A storm was coming our way to make an entrance; black clouds were hanging over our heads and some scattered raindrops started to fall, a night that was supposed to be unforgettable, was abruptly ending by the threat of a thunderstorm.

I could imagine the moment we all heard that the show would be canceled if the storm unleashes. I guess we were all crossing our fingers in an almost religious way to make it go away. I couldn’t go back home like that, after all the preparation we went through to be there. I just couldn’t believe my ears; that feeling of disappointment that ruins everything and sometimes makes you want to cry. I almost cried, at a Florence + The Machine show; when the lights went down and we heard the band starting to play, it was show time and she was there, on stage. I think miracles do happen; eventually, the black clouds went away.