So Matt Corby’s secret garden show on saturday was the most beautiful gig I’ve ever witnessed. Like, his voice cannot be described by actual words because it won’t do it justice, at all. Half way through Lighthome I swear to god I stopped breathing because it was just so perfect, and just thinking about it makes me ache. Winter was beautiful, as was Untitled, with the little back story, as was every other song he did. When he did Letters he said how he wrote it when he was really naive at 18 so he was sorry for the lyrics, which was cuuuute. And when he did refuge, everyone cheered at the end and he was like, ‘I’ve never had anyone cheer for that song. How do you even KNOW that song?!’ Kings, Queens, Beggars And Thieves, Amazing Grace and My False were so fucking good just fffffffff. Then after the gig I went and got a picture with him and he is just the loveliest and he just kept apologising because he ‘wasn’t playing good’ because it was so cold but it was just so perfect and he had no reason to apologise whatsoever. God, I’ll never get over how special it was and so beautiful and forgive my rambling but my emotions right now ughhhhh. I’ve been listening to his music for a while and finally getting to hear him live was just, I can’t even describe it.
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