(That's) How You Sing Amazing Grace

Low laughed and made jokes. Not quite what you would have expected from listening to their records. They played all the songs that I wanted to hear (with one exception; the second greatest Christmas song ever wasn’t performed, but it’s not Christmas yet, see?), and more besides. The music felt like it was an intricate cobweb that the slightest touch would disintegrate (especially on Point Of Disgust), only to suddenly transform into tempered steel as they became louder and faster, faster and louder. I met two nice people, April and Jo, who had driven all the way from Charlotte to see the show. They bought the support act a drink, that’s how nice they were. I also bumped into one of the students in the Operating Systems class that I’m assisting, so the first concert in Chapel Hill wasn’t quite the solitary pursuit that I thought it would be at the start of the evening.

Of course I forgot to bring my camera, but I will hopefully remember to take it for next week's main event: Sleater-Kinney.