I remember going to see James Bay and George Ezra in Toronto. We stood outside directly under the sun for almost 3 hours waiting to get a decent spot; one of the “perks” of general admission. We sipped our overpriced beer and made jokes about the wait. My legs threatened to give way numerous times but they held out for the promise of live music. Suddenly, the twang of a guitar emerged out of the darkness from the stage and George Ezra began his set. Screams and cheers erupted from the crowd, my legs with renewed strength danced into the late hours of the night. It is amazing how quickly music can take us out of ourselves and make us forget our trouble.