it was a sunday night. it was raining. i had made a wrong turn in the crowd at the montreal festival international de jazz and was completely disoriented, trying to find the bell stage, where electro jazz soul singer krystale was performing. i had been standing at the wrong stage for a solid 5 minutes before i realized it was past 8 pm. i was soaking wet and dragging around a broken umbrella. the crowd of tourists was rowdy, and i was a bodycheck away from giving up and going home, but i soldiered on in the rain to catch krystale’s performance. when i got to the stage, finally, i’ve never been so relieved – not only to finally be in the right place, but that her music seemed to erase the past half hour. i’d listened to her debut album machine a couple times through before attending the show, but live, she absolutely took my breath away.
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