I miss the new faces and the energy in the audience and the spirit in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. I miss the sparkle and shimmer and the dull roar of the opening band playing downstairs and the thunderous applause after each song. I miss the butterflies, the dull ache of nervousness before the intro. I miss the camaraderie and the companionship and the mutual support, the jokes, the chatter and the lightheartedness. I miss knowing there’s a job to be done and taking it seriously, viewing the appointed task as something you get to do rather than something you have to do.

“Hey Germany! It’s Adam Young from EULENSTADT.” [X]

“Ironically, big groups of people are not my favorite thing in the world, but there’s something about playing shows and there’s this kind of crazy, bizarre moment before we walk out on stage where all the butterflies kind of go away. It’s just me, and the rest of the band, and the music in the room.”