“Never can an Englishman complain about the weather.”
Tom Chaplin joking about the sub-zero weather outside.
Youngblood Hawk opened and got the crowd warmed up, and then Keane proceeded to kick so so so much ass with their set.
I only regret not getting there an hour earlier than I did. First Avenue was packed even though it was a Monday night gig.
The only song I didn’t get to hear live? Perfect Symmetry. Hopefully next time.