I have been trying to compile adjectives and verbs to describe seeing Regina Spektor live. I am not sure I can do it. It was one of the best gigs I have ever been to, and the only bad things I have to say are about the PA and equipment in the venue, which could be a lot better, and some people in the audience who, very loudly, talked through the entire gig.

None of this was enough to stop me being mesmerised by Regina Spektor’s music. She performed most of my favourites, which is always great. I really want to see her again now, immediately. Ideally at the Royal Festival hall with none of the infuriating streaks of anal leakage who could not just shut up and enjoy the spectacular brilliance of Regina Spektor.

These photos would have less heads and cameras at the bottom if I were not slightly under 5 foot, 4 inches tall. It is a miracle and testament to the sloping floor of the Hammersmith Apollo and diminutive stature of the average Regina Spektor fan that I even saw her, let alone managed to get some reasonable photographs of her. Sometimes I go to gigs and I don’t even see the band at all.

Seeing Regina Spektor live was one of those experiences that makes this pointless existence worth it all. Most of the time may be dull, full of stress, depressing, filled with misery, torment and despair but when things like Regina Spektor gigs exist it is all worth it. I wanted to weave a blanket out of the moment so I could pull it snugly around myself and stay in it forever.

I just hope that next time everyone at the gig decides to listen and not rudely talk amongst themselves, much to the annoyance of the majority, who came to listen and enjoy the beautiful music.