Artofjassi

My brother and I had early access, which meant we were already inside at 6 PM. We got front row, and looking back, I am so glad we did. It was standing only, so getting there early actually made a difference. Having that view was one thing. Having something to hold on to later was another. My brother also used early access to buy himself a jersey. A sensible decision, as it turned out. My own merch story ended slightly differently, but we will get to that.

There is always this strange stretch of time before a concert where you are already there, already excited, but still waiting for the evening to properly begin. You look at the stage, look around, and wonder how much longer it will be. Behind us, some people decided to make better use of that time and started playing UNO. Honestly, fair enough.

That little scene made me laugh. We were all waiting for the same concert, and somewhere behind our front-row spot, a card game was happening. It is such a small detail, but it belongs in my memory of the night just as much as the stage does.

Before Reezy came out, there were rain and thunder sounds for what felt like a very long time. The whole thing kept building anticipation. You kept expecting the entrance and then there was more rain. More thunder. More waiting.

By that point, I was very ready for him to come out. And then he entered the boxing ring. Seeing that setup right in front of us was such a good way to start the show. The ropes, the lighting, the microphone with boxing gloves: there was a lot to look at, even before you got past the excitement of him actually being there.

You can see the ring ropes running through my photos. I like that they are there. They immediately bring me back to where we were standing and how close everything felt. These are very much my view of the night.

The moshpits were insane. I am very happy I had something to hold on to, because the energy around us was a lot. Front row sounds lovely when you are thinking about the view, but during this show I appreciated the practical side of it just as much.

And yes, we came out sweaty. This was absolutely one of those concerts. There was no quietly standing there, looking put together and leaving exactly as you arrived. The crowd made sure of that.

That is also what made the contrast with the waiting so funny. Earlier, people had been playing UNO behind us. Now everything was moving. Same room, very different situation. When I look through the photos, they seem almost calm compared with how it actually felt to be there.

Hearing TRAPPER’S LULLABY and ROSEWOOD INTERLUDE live was one of the best parts for me. They are favourites of mine, so those moments felt personal in a way that is hard to explain without simply saying: I really wanted to hear these songs and then I was there hearing them.

There is something so good about a song you already love becoming part of a memory like this. After Saturday, they have that evening attached to them too. My brother, our spot at the front, the ring, all of it.

I enjoyed the energy of the show, but these are the songs I would mention first if someone asked me about my highlights. Sometimes your favourite part of a concert is simply getting to hear your favourite music in the same room as the person who made it.

Another highlight: Kane came out as a special act. I had to give that its own little moment here, because it was part of what made the evening feel special.

I have a black-and-white photo of them together in the ring, and I am glad I caught it. Looking through the pictures afterwards is its own small part of going to a concert. You start remembering the different moments and suddenly you are going through the whole evening again.

His piano broke during the show. Of all the things I expected to be writing about afterwards, that was probably not one of them. It was one of those reminders that, however carefully a concert is planned, it is still happening live.

Reezy said that the crowd pressure had caused the piano to fall from the stage and his keyboard player had to carry on instead.

It is a detail that definitely belongs in the story of this evening. Alongside the ring and the moshpits, there was also an unexpectedly eventful piano situation.

By the time I bought merch, everything else was sold out, so I bought a towel. Yes, a towel. I have never bought a towel as a merchandiese ever before lmao. My brother had secured his jersey during early access and I ended up with a Worldwide Spinners towel as my concert souvenir.

It is quite funny next to the rest of the evening. An intense concert, a boxing ring, favourite songs, and then a towel to take home. Considering how sweaty we came out, it was at least a fitting purchase.

I photographed it with my ticket afterwards. I like having that little reminder of the night, even if it was not exactly the merch outcome I had imagined. There is a story attached to it now, which makes it a better souvenir than it sounds.