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Owl City came on the stage. The crowd lost it. Adam Young is a local boy, from Owatonna, Minnesota and we all knew that. Not only did we feel a local connection to him, but he had been around longer than the previous artists. His unique brand of music had wormed its way into our everyday consciousness and most of us found ourselves randomly humming one of his tunes every few days or so. The lyrics, while always simple, were meaningful, fresh, and fun.
Adam came up to the microphone and, throughout his whole set, never left the ten square feet around the mic. But it didn’t matter. He owned the crowd from the first note of his first song to the dying echoes of his last. Had we been able to call for an encore, we would have brought the house down, asking for more.
His emotion was apparent throughout his set. He loved to perform for a crowd. Not only him, but his keyboardist and the rest of the band. They didn’t leave an ounce of emotion off the stage. As Adam sang his new song, “Shooting Star”, his mildly popular and enrapturing tune, “Gold” (where he seems to sing a natural auto-tune on the chorus), his most famous song, “Fireflies”, and his newest poppy song he sings with Carly Rae Jepson, “Good Time”, the crowd sang along. EVERY. SINGLE. SYLLABLE.
We rocked, danced, and sang with the same amount of emotion he was projecting at us from the stage. The music that we turn up to envelop us in our cars now surrounded the deepest corners of our consciousness and we were as one organism, lost in the sound together.
Owl City was good. They won the night by winning the crowd, with no pretenses. As Adam Young walked off the stage, I looked on with wonder, leaned down and whispered in my wife’s ear, “I’m going to his next concert.” But, more importantly, as I watched him sing and exude his confident air, all I wanted to do was go home and sing beautiful songs that I wrote, to my own six kids.