Dead Can Dance 2012

I'm a little late in posting this as the concert was September 5th, but I suppose It's better late than never!

Months ago, I found out that Dead Can Dance was touring in North America, and they were going to Atlanta. This news gave me a fluttery feeling, as I routinely burn incense and sing and dance badly to Dead Can Dance alone in my room. I never thought I would get the chance to see them. I was incredibly excited, buying the most expensive tickets I could afford. I would not miss out on this experience since the group had just recently reunited! I purchased two tickets, and I had some trouble finding anyone to go with me. I gladly decided to take my best buddy, Justean. I wasn't sure if she would enjoy it, but she definitely did. It turns out, we both had a great time. Justean even found a new love that evening...her name is Lisa Gerrard. ;)

The concert was amazing. The whole show was a spiritual experience. There was a beautiful light show in the background, and all of the studio musicians were very talented. I'm happy to say that Dead Can Dance is even better live. My eyes watered, and the hair on my arms stood up at a few points. The only issues I had were that I was slightly disappointed the show didn't last as long as I had hoped. Also, they didn't play many of my favorite songs. However, Justean and I made up for it by blasting those songs at top volume on the way home. Overall, The concert was so surreal, and the only sentence Lisa uttered the whole night was, "Good night, good Atlantians." Lisa and Brendan make a brilliant team, and it is very rare, I think impossible, to find a music group so unique and talented as Dead Can Dance.

I bought a t-shirt with this on the front!

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