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  • "Like anything, like anything worth doing, the plot is difficult. The voice is low you are an idiot. Explored the written word but now that you've seen nakedness, will you see the good in everyone?" My favourite lyrics performed for me the second time was an out of body experience. The first time I waited for James Vincent Mcmorrow in the frost for over an hour at McDougall church, unaware of his opening act's brilliance. By the end of Aidan's first song I was completely immersed in his world, his lyrics. At the end of his set my eyes were water-filled, tears had arrived like an uninvited guest. Except I wasn't embarrassed. I hoped that everyone at the venue felt the same way. Seeing him for the second time this summer was beautiful. I stood amidst other fans in the sweltering heat of Squamish, BC and tried to absorb as much as possible. His words, the instruments, the sun. Everything was warm and the breeze was there to remind myself that I was surrounded by other people. I didn't care. My eyes welled up again. I laughed, and moved closer to the stage.
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