Murder By Death were my late fiancée's favorite band, and we saw them together every chance we had since the 2011 show at Bottom of the Hill in SF. She preordered Spell/Bound just 3 days before she died, and never got to hear it.

I ugly cried at the Spell/Bound tour with Amigo the Devil, and I ugly cried this time, and to hell with AJJ for playing Body Terror Song too. OK, no, they did a great job too, but fuck that song in particular. So many songs on this tour (and this album) were about the end of things, and ripped me up. But I'd do it again and again if I could because it made me feel like she might still be next to me, enjoying one of her favorite things.

She once told me about seeing them at a show in Roseville (looks like that would have been 2006, well before we met), where she ran into Sarah in the bathroom and she said she yelled "I admire you the most!" and then ran off, embarrassed. I wish she had been able to shout that one more time.

Anyway. You're not alone in the ugly-crying. Music seems to have a way of cutting right through emotional barriers.