There’s something transcendent about watching live music as the sun goes down. Perhaps it’s that mingling of one of nature’s most mesmerising spectacles with the giddy rush of a truly astounding performance – and the bittersweet knowledge that the day is almost over. Whether you’re on a rooftop terrace, careening around a festival field or sitting with the sand between your toes on a beachside bar: nothing beats the soundtrack that closes out a long summer’s day.
Most of my favourite musical memories have taken place at sunset. There was The National’s set at Ypisgrock Festival in Sicily, where I sat in the courtyard of a medieval castle, bathed in resplendent red and gold beams while Matt Berginer crooned to Light Years.
