The smell of sweat. The tall guy standing right in front of me. Someone singing into my ear. The life-size proportions of the singer on stage. No dancers. No choreography. No influencers. No parallel streaming on Internet. Buying my ticket at the venue itself. Old people, young people, people too old to be here, people too young to even know the band. Working hard to create enthusiasm in the audience. People who have no clue why they are looking at this band. People who watch the support act and then quietly leave. Genuine applause for the support act. Only one type of ticket (stand wherever you want, get a drink you lose your spot). No VIP packages. No preregistering for tickets. Everyday people standing right in front of stage. ´I saw them just before they got big…´ No ´best of´ sets. No word for word audience singing at every single song. Watching the chord progression of the guitar player. Mistakes are allowed. Some things are left to imagination. No one in the audience knows the latest album yet. Will there be an encore? Band, instruments, songs, nothing else… No pre-recorded beats and samples. Accessibility. The band selling merchandise right after the set. Speakers in front of you. Security has nothing better to do than handing out water. The band is not afraid of the audience. The smell of rancid beer. People come, people go, the fluidity of participation. Honesty. Everyone belongs. No speeches. Genuine (un)happiness. Sometimes the sound is awful. Sometimes it is all too loud. Sometimes the band has a bad day. Sometimes everything is magnificent, the weather, the audience, the sound system, the band, the singer, the songs. There is a story, always…