Might as well do this now as I have nothing else to do, and I can't get you out of my head. I'm not sure if I should address this to you, Kashmir, or write for other fans, but I'll just pretend this is some kind of letter to you.
I intended to finish my fifteen page essay on Latin rhetoric in Old English poetry today, but all I felt like doing is sit in my room and listen to your albums. You are one of those bands that I have listened to now and then over the past few years, but never really became very fond of. I listened to Zitilites a lot in 2006, when I was desperately in love with a boy who is a fan of yours, and he attended your concert in Breda in the same year. I remember sitting at home and wishing I had gone, too. Your songs reminded me of him all the time, and there always was this bitter, melancholy feel to your songs I couldn't get rid of, even after we got together.
Yesterday evening (20-05-2010, Amsterdam) changed all that (the concert isn't even in the concert list yet... so I couldn't post this in the 'live material' section)! You played all the bad vibes away. To be there together with Brian (the same boy mentioned above) was just... ffahh. It was good. I was right in front of the stage (I flatter myself to think Kasper actually smiled at me at some point... might have been at someone standing behind me...) and to be so close to people I admire always makes my heart race. Oh yeah. Thanks for the fantastic evening, boys, you deserve a much bigger crowd, even though you thought a packed Melkweg is already pretty good.
From today onwards, whenever I hear your music, I will see Kasper in my head, dancing and smiling, smiling, smiling.