I should have been jumping up and down, heart throbbing in the presence of not just sighting but talking and interacting with the only band that I absolutely adore. Perhaps this ambivalence was brought on because our group had people who don’t quite love Travis like my sister and I do. And even as they converted to worthy fans post-concert, something still seemed amiss. I felt sad for Travis. That such a great band has been appreciated so little by the masses. I wanted it to be a full house yesterday, and it wasn’t. I wanted all the people to be head-over-heels into the music, and somehow felt that they weren’t. Adding to the situation was the sadness brought on by seeing Fran and the boys not relish their last gig in USA due to the souring of the mood by some assholes. And then there was time. I felt like I saw the end. The group hadn't aged considerably since 2007 and their music remained as good as ever, if not better. Yet somehow, when Fran mentioned coming back again, it somehow made me realize that sooner or later one of their future tours (whenever it is) will be their last. And I don’t want them to call it a day. I am selfish in that I want them to keep performing, with Dougie sexily strumming the guitar, Neil passionately drumming, Andy escaping into his own world of strings and melodies, and Fran pouring his heart out into each and every number.
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*Saw my greatest band, Travis, front and center at the Boston House of Blues on April 26th 2009.
