Day 10 (March 29): Woodkid - Run Boy Run

Double digits! We're on double digit days. That feels good. And it ought to, I guess, since we're going to be in double digits for a while. Gotta bottle some of this excitement for Day 85, or something, I suppose.

I remember gigs. Do you remember gigs? I know, they seem like nightmares in corona-world - giant mass gatherings in which personal space is smashed to smithereens upon a wave of sweat and beer. Of all the stuff that's been yoinked away at in the name of flattening the curve, the return of gigs seems like the furthest one in the future. It's going to be a hot minute before the powers that be allow that kind of Petri dish again.

In the meantime, though, there are live performances. Like everything right now, they are a substitute for the real thing that is less personal and far more online. Yet they're still as good a reminder as you're going to get of the unique thrill of being caught in something far bigger than yourself at a gig - and, in a select few cases, bottle a kind of momentary euphoria that's usually far too fleeting on a regular night caught next to a group of smoking teenagers at the O2.

Today's song of the day is one of those performances. Woodkid's 'Run Boy Run', from the 2013 album The Golden Age, is a great song in its own right, but given a massively elaborate backing orchestra, a rabidly enthusiastic crowd and stretched out to eight minutes, it is pretty, pretty glorious: a kind of telepathic communication between artist and audience that feels just a little too magical to be cynical about. To anyone in that crowd: man, I wish that were me.