Last night was devastatingly perfect. I was surrounded by people filled with love and saw a man I have loved for a very long for the first time play. And he was perfect. He played ‘solo’ but had others on stage with him at times. It was just him and his guitar singing every perfect song. I couldn’t believe the impeccable choices he made. It was as if I put together that setlist. But, I think a lot of it was induced by the audience. He spoke mainly spanish to the crowd and that just. I mean. Perfection. I loved the intimacy of him speaking in a language that not everyone could understand but those that could giggled along with him joking with the audience. When he played this song a lot of memories arose in me, the person I was in high school. The person I used to be. I picked this song for my senior project for my World Lit class, and I remember being the only person playing this ‘weird’ music in front of the class, stuff you never heard off the radio. I also remember getting in trouble and getting points docked my grade because my teacher deemed it inappropriate, saying she should have approved it. Yeah, right. No need to approve, just to appreciate. By the end of this song, Devendra swooned every single person in the crowd by adding an extra verse and covering his face with his hands as he sung, “Because you have the prettiest face, hide me in your suitcase” That, my friends, is charisma. I’ve never seen someone shine so brightly before my eyes before by just. sitting. there.

because today has been nice.