This past Saint Patrick's Day was one for the books, seeing as I had the utmost privilege of seeing the punk-rock band Green Day live in Worcester, MA.

I truly have no words for the experience-- I'm not sure I ever will. The show was powerful and emotional in a way that fueled you with adrenaline for several hours after the two-and-a-half hour set concluded, and I'm not over it just yet.

There was something so special about the night. Saint Patrick's Day in New England has always been a big deal, we natives tend to live for the holiday, but the way that frontman Billie Joe Armstrong interacted with the crowd in the context (and spirit) of the holiday, was truly memorable.

I don't think that there is any other way to begin a show than the way Green Day did. The crowd was full of energy before the band even took the stage when we participated in a rendition of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" and The Ramones's "Blitzkrieg Bop" as it blasted through the speakers. In that moment, we were united, and, when the show was barely halfway over, Billie Joe Armstrong looked at the crowd as we screamed the lyrics to the band's songs and stopped to tell us that New England crowds were the loudest, and we knew it was true. I think that universally, for any show you attend in the area, you feel proud of where you're from because of the sense of togetherness that never ceases to wash over the crowd in the most emotionally-charged moments.

"This is beautiful, this is what I live for," he said at one point. "Tonight, you are the leaders of the free world," and we believed him. It was a night like Saint Patrick's Day that we realized that this is what we live for. We live for the power of music. We live for the music that tears apart our emotions but puts us back together again in a matter of a few chords. We live for the music that grounds us as people and shakes us to our core. We live for unity and togetherness. We live for Green Day.