It was a dream, an otherwordly thing, stuff that only happens in those movies that insist on a happy ending but you know that’s not how it would happen in life, because the world is just not cool like that.
I thought I lost my chance to ever see them play together again when I couldn’t make it to Reading&Leeds in 2010. It’s a strange thing to quietly settle down with that kind of thought. Then suddenly, after 11 years, I had them together again right in front of me.
It is funny how you don’t think you forget much. You believe you are holding on tightly to even the smallest memories of how it felt and how much it mattered. But once you have it back it is suddenly clear that somehow along the long road of heartbreaks you had forgot. This all, everything about it, is so so much more than you had remembered it being.
Before the doors opened it was disbelief, sweat-palmed excitement and quiet, persistent dread, right until the moment they walked to that stage. After it was head-pounding happiness and the kind of hope that lifts your high up off the street with each step and makes your breath come out in quiet giggles.
It wasn’t nostalgia. It mattered again terrifyingly much. It was urgent, alive and now and here.
For the dreamers and heroes, Albion sailed and magic lived once again.