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A Design for Life
May. 22nd, 2011 10:19 pm ".....as we are told that this is the end..." Then the freaking confetti canons went off and the air was thick with red, white and green confetti.
And I felt something inside me go 'click' and I knew that it was the end. Of what, I don't know; I just know I felt the most acute sense of loss in that moment. I stood, singing, staring alternately at Nicky's exuberant final strut and the impossibly thick rain of confetti and mourning the end of I know not what.
When it finished, and we turned and laughed and exclaimed what an incredible gig it had been, I noticed I was shaking. I was still shaking as we made our way out of the doors and into a frantic Cardiff evening.
It feels like a dream somehow, over 130 miles away and nearly 24 hours since the event, it very nearly is. Except I'm still suffering a real, hard sense of loss. I've heard that song a thousand times and at 11 gigs, what was different this time?
And I felt something inside me go 'click' and I knew that it was the end. Of what, I don't know; I just know I felt the most acute sense of loss in that moment. I stood, singing, staring alternately at Nicky's exuberant final strut and the impossibly thick rain of confetti and mourning the end of I know not what.
When it finished, and we turned and laughed and exclaimed what an incredible gig it had been, I noticed I was shaking. I was still shaking as we made our way out of the doors and into a frantic Cardiff evening.
It feels like a dream somehow, over 130 miles away and nearly 24 hours since the event, it very nearly is. Except I'm still suffering a real, hard sense of loss. I've heard that song a thousand times and at 11 gigs, what was different this time?
