The Guardian‘s Charlotte Higgins, who as a teenager “lay on my bed moodily listening to late Beethoven or Shostakovich quartets,” got tired of saying “I don’t do pop.” She tries out five gigs and tells us about it – from indie-folkster Bon Iver (she uses the phrase “invernal forlornness” and leaves “feeling elated”) to Metallica (which gives her “nauseous, pounding dreams”).