So I'm feeling quite unwanted in the world. Who do I turn to? My Dad, friends, boyfriend, some randomer off the internet? Nope. Mister Fucking Music, that's who. Mainly in the form of Frank Turner, as per usual.
As said before in the last post, Frank Turner defines my life. His lyrics are like poetry to my ears. When I went to go see him at Oxford O2 Academy in October, I've actually never felt so united with the human kind before. Normally, I'm a miserable bitch who doesn't particularly like people, but at that particular moment, whilst Frank was trawling through the classics (and future classics), the feeling of unity I felt was truly overwhelming. All through the night I had some sexy, indie, pissed-out-of-his-face kinda guy holding my hand, looking into my eyes and singing every single lyric. Every single one. What sort of an artist has literally everyone in the crowd praying to him?
Because Frank Turner isn't exactly your mainstream artist, it means you don't get indie-wankers coming to his gig just because he's 'cool' or whatever. (I'm referring to most of the twats that went to the Passion Pit gig, you know you only knew a couple of songs; 'Sleepyhead' and 'The Reeling'). Fans don't just relate to the one or two songs... because his lyrics are actually true to life, meaningful and poetic in every way, shape and form, this means that he has TRUE fans. I may be young, but I'm not naive when it comes to music. I know it's hard for a band/artist to form an army of loyal troopers. But he's only gone and bloody done it.
Frank Turner, not only are you my hero, but you are a fucking God to so many people.