The concert was a moment of pause, wherein the world was cut away, and the haphazard shapes of the rocks and the stage were the only things that stood between each individual fan and the band. In a perfect world, you could have died right there, but to put it in less poetic terms — there are many beautiful concerts, and then there’s Bon Iver.

Billie Eilish is as much for adults as candy cigarettes — relating far more to the emotions of peers knee deep in puberty than those who’ve been there and certainly done that — but it’s there, in that reckless macabre dance with adolescence where her true brilliance lies.