shivering in my seat

Part II: last evening S and I were at the type of concert that made the elderly couple sitting in front of us put their hands over their ears and I could feel myself quivering in the heat of it all, in the huge, warm mass of sound filling the concert hall. So much joy. It was all passion and clarity and charming Englishmen and this is the kind of event, the kind of confluence of sound, that will always start a glowing in my ribcage and cover me over in goosebumps.