I never did talk about the Kings kaleidoscope concert. I’m only reminded of it now while listening to a Spotify playlist I created after the concert containing the entire set list and man I have the feels.
What really struck me, thinking back to the most evocative images of the night, which turned out not to be the band members or stage lighting or even Chad screaming his lungs out, leaning with his toes over the edge of the stage, precariously balancer over us all; no, I most fondly remember looking at my sister and my friends. I remember how we squealed when they played some of our favorite deep cuts (“Safe Retreat”, “A Prayer”, “Felix Culpa”) and the knowing glances between Carter and me when they began “Aimless Knight”. I can’t listen to “The Coma” without envisioning the crowd’s shrieks. I remember our dance party at “About to Break”. And “Same Blood” formed a unity and fellowship so thick in the room you could smell it (and the underarms of every other indie-Christian-loving college student in a three yard radius). And “A Prayer”. The only worship song I know to drop the F-bomb. Is it good? Proper? Christian? I don’t know, and I don’t care. It was a powerful moment, between the crowd, Chad, the band, and God. I doubt it’s the first time someone, in their desperation, swore in his prayer. And it won’t be the last.
What I realized just now is that these guys are our rock stars. They’re the indie Christian folk legends. They’re our idols. (In a good, healthy way, of course). In our little sub-culture, we have quite a few of them; so many, in fact, that we have one for almost every taste in music. Heck, we even have spoken word heroes like Levi the Poet. (Next on my list for people to see in concert).
It was one of the best nights of my year. I have never wanted to hug my friends and total strangers alike so much as in those short, much too short, hours. I can’t wait for the next time they come around.
Note to self: purchase Zeal album soon.