by Meaghan Paulosky
You would be hard-pressed to find someone who dislikes Mumford & Sons. The English band of four, led by Marcus Mumford, is still fairly new – they’ve only just released their second album this year. In five short years, though, they’ve managed to amass a severely dedicated international following encompassing fans of all genres and demographics.
Seeing them perform live is no easy feat. You stand a better chance of seeing Batman than you do Mumford. That’s why I nearly needed a defibrillator when I found out my friend had secured a pit ticket for me to one of their two sold out shows at the Susquehanna Bank Center in February.
For the past four years I’ve had dreams of this day, this ticket. Would their songs be as poignant and poetic in person? Would their instrumentation be as homey and profoundly simple as I imagine? Would I weep? (Probably.) Maybe Marcus Mumford’s sweat would projectile land on me! All of that is to be determined. For now I’ll have to revel in the anticipation and drown myself in their arrangement of hauntingly romantic and emphatic recordings. It’s almost impossible to verbalize the feelings stirred by their music. Every single chord, every single syllable holds a resonating weight.
My ticket debts have been paid and the countdown has begun. Just a few short weeks until we are united and my life is forever changed. If concerts such as this are to fill my 2013 then by all means proceed.
