It’s no exaggeration when I say that George Ezra’s latest album was the soundtrack of my spring and summer. It was often my main source of motivation during revision for my second-year exams and in late May my friend Lizzie and I, knowing that we’d be studying in the close-by city of Mannheim, booked tickets to see him perform live in Frankfurt in October.
At the time, my year abroad seemed a million miles away and booking tickets to see George Ezra in Frankfurt felt unreal, like something I was doing for a Sims character instead of myself. But over four months and many weird and wonderful year abroad experiences later, the concert day arrived and we had the best time.
We travelled to Frankfurt via train and arrived at around five o’clock. We decided to grab dinner before the concert and chose a restaurant directly opposite the train station called Frittenwerk which was just perfect. It’s a Canadian-influenced chip restaurant which serves a variety of loaded-chips and poutines. A lot of the options are vegetarian and their Bolofritten are vegan, so naturally I tried them. Thickly cut and crispy, the chips were completely covered in Bolognese sauce and vegan cheese. It was heaven.
The concert took place in Frankfurt’s Jahrhunderthalle, which is on the outskirts of the city, a two-hour walk from the train station. We decided that hopping on a tram was definitely our best bet but it wasn’t quite as easy as it sounded. We spent a while wandering around the station looking for a tram stop that we eventually realised was underground. We then accidentally missed our stop and ended up waiting half an hour for another tram on a deserted train platform in a random part of Frankfurt, with the sun setting and not another person in sight. It was like a scene from The Walking Dead and for a while I worried that we would never get to see another human ever again, let alone George Ezra.
A tram finally arrived, and in the end we made it to the Jahrhunderthalle in enough time to get some much needed drinks (orange juice), and buy some fan t-shirts before the concert started. The venue was actually quite small, so it felt like we were near the stage (and thus near Bae George) and seeing him perform live is the dream. All our favourite songs were even better live and the atmosphere was wunderbar.
We left the concert on such a high and three days later, Shotgun is still in my head. There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of, if you need me you know where I’ll be…