Tonight my favorite English duo, Royal Blood are playing here in Michigan. I've been upset for months that I couldn't go. Covid and Zappa. Mostly Zappa. I have really struggle with why the stars aligned the way they did for today. It seemed like there was a roadblock in every direction.
To me, Royal Blood is a band of all bands for alternative rock. While it feels as if the the rest of the rock world is dying, this band is more than a breath of fresh air; they are like getting straight oxygen to the brain. They had me with their first beat of their first single.
Tickets went on sale in Dec. '21 and were still available last week. There was just no way I can go. Today, I finally accepted that and thought I will have my own private concert at home. I'll play their 3 albums back to back and just enjoy the music.
I was half way through the first album, Royal Blood, when I found myself feeling uneasy and like my brain was churning. I had to walk away from the music and sit outside. Before I left, I looked at the year this album came out. 2014. That's when the puzzle came into focus.
Brut died in 2015 and I'd been listening to this album, before and after he died. I lived on the album. Sometimes it helped me grieve while other times it was a break from grieving.
The 2nd album, How did we get so dark?, came out in 2017, the same year Silver died. I played it to over and over that year.
The latest album, Typhoon, came out in 2020. Our last summer with Chance, Blaze, and Fiona. Guess what got me through after they were gone.
Every significant death is connected with these songs, these albums, and this band.
Maybe, just maybe seeing Royal Blood live, tonight, would have been more than this broken hearted dog mom could take.