Went to see Il Divo last night. Cried like a baby. Did not give a monkey’s.
On another note, they are a lovely example of something I truly believe in. The audience in last night’s not-far-from-sold-out arena ranged from great-grandparents to young children - one little girl of probably no more than five danced with her glow stick through every song and Sebastian pointed her out to the cameras and applauded her.
Music and language are some of the greatest gifts afforded us as sentient beings. They are truly uniting in the passion they evoke in all of us, and that is something which for me cannot be celebrated enough.
Back in December as things were starting to wind down for the year, NME sent me to spend the day with Kasabian at Motorpoint Arena in Sheffield ahead of their final gig of their UK tour that had started months prior with a mammoth, week-long residency at Brixton Academy. The boys were an utter pleasure to work with, the finish line was in sight for them and their huge year that was 2014, was almost over. More impressively, we still managed to have a laugh whilst shooting a portrait session in the afternoon, despite Leicester having just lost 0-1 to Man City.