currently watching videos from leeds on youtube.
well, not anymore since i'm typing this,
so it's currently listening to the music from the video.
whatever.
i'm torn.
watching hurts,
not watching hurts,
listening hurts too actually because you can never just listen to muse play live.
it truly is a visual experience.
no, it must be a live, in-the-moment experience actually,
but since musers all around the world are kind enough to share their hd videos on youtube with us less fortunate ones,
it has to be reduced to just a visual experience.
but whatever, again.
i'm just typing anything that crosses my mind,
because in the last how many minutes that i've been watching (or listening),
i've gotten so much realizations,
& too fast that i can't even remember it anymore,
especially with them playing bliss right now.
but yes,
whatever realizations it was,
(now i remember.. i was watching dom play in his ridiculous white-with-funny-black-stripey-things sleeveless, & chris being such a wolstenbeast)
it just made me feel so much more proud being the pwoper muser i am,
as defined in the reblogged tumblr post,
& how right it all feels,
how intimate.
yes,
it's that feeling all over again,
watching a video of them play,
& feeling a connection so deep you feel you want to rush to wherever they are & tell them what a wonderful friend they've been,
or something like that.
this is why nothing can ever compete with these guys,
the amount of things they share with us fans,
the intimacy,
the unity,
it makes them great.
& that's probably about one hundredth of the things that goes through my head whenever i listen to muse :)