So lets get the bad out the way

Wrestlerish ... the less said the better, embarrassing display for our amazing guest.

That awful woman sitting front right who kept heckling like it was part of her job.

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WHAT AN AMAZING NIGHT!

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Kristian Matsson provided a night of beauty, of magic and of romance.

From the minute he came on stage the joy going through an adoring and loving crowd was matched only by the Joy he seemed to feel being there. He danced around the stage like a forest imp and seemed to revel in his put on weirdness.

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The thing that I loved so much was the relaxed and intimate relationship he had with all that were there, the way he seemed to look every person there in the eye, and seemed to maintain that eye contact way passed a comfortable length of time. I know that when he was looking me in the eye (as I sat in the front row) I was not going to look away, this moment I was going to treasure like any other besotted fan

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He played great song after great song, even thanking Sade (in song) for her chords that he had "borrowed"  and in his final song covering These Days by Nico. I was teary eyed for most of the performance especially in Where Do My Bluebirds Fly, which holds special significance to me.  I was trying to work out why I was so moved by each song. He is more talented that other great musicians I have seen, I was closer to my favourite band of all time and did not cry. The reason I think this happened was because I have been singing these songs word for word for the last 4 years, in the case of Shallow Grave. I have been moved by these words and loved hearing someone feel these things in the most exquisite lyrics I have heard in many years.

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With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes

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One of the most romantic and beautiful scenes on love I have seen came when his wife Amanda Bergman Matsson came on stage to sing a long with Thrown Right At Me. She was moved, to embarrassment by the way he sang "You're so beautiful now" to her. 

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The humour he brought was lovely to hear too. At one stage he was trying to tune his guitar and after a few frustrated seconds he gestured to a machine on the side saying ".. so there is this machine over there in the corner, which tells me when I have tuned my guitar perfectly... this one just tells me to fuck off"

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I am sure I will, over the next few days remember the beauty and remember little specific stories but for now. I will just leave this post wallowing in the joy of the hug the Tallest Man on Earth gave me.