Forget break-ups, dwelling on relationships and pining for love!
This year’s answer to Marvin the Martian’s earth shattering ka-boom (ESK)?
Freakin’ kick-ass gigs!
The year started off with some pretty darned good contenders for the Top 5 Gigs of All-Time – Sufjan Stevens at the State Theatre (tearfully amazing); followed by the sweet harmonies of Tunng at the Sydney Festival’s Spiegeltent. But this year just got even better with those angelic Amish-like gypsies, Arcade Fire, who bang and bustle and scream and shout onstage; the same ones that sing like angels and in the same breath produce raw and rustic vocal emotion that unveils joyful then tortured and tormented layers - paralleling the mad scene unfolding onstage (crazed musicians running around, belting out tunes and generally having a festive good time).
Throughout their performance, the band rotates their instruments like they’re rotating tables at a wine tasting stand - sampling each but producing much more than a haphazard conglomeration of emotional energy that usually follows those booze-fuelled sessions. It’s fun and sad and sometime fun and sad all at once but it all makes perfect joyful sense too. There’s a freakin’ party in the room and everyone’s invited. Singing in unison, whilst slapping your hands high in the air is a prerequisite to the overall masterpiece.
So last night, I sang freakin’ out loud, hands in air in time with all my friends (everyone else in the room), jumping up and down to my most favourite songs. Try wiping off my smile right now, I dare ya! I swear I will be so high (no prescription or other drugs needed thanks very much) for the rest of the week.
So for now, I’m packing in the whole relationship tour and I’m turning gypsy, whistling while I walk… seven dwarf-style.
"I know for sure that what we dwell on is who we become."
– Oprah Winfrey
This year’s answer to Marvin the Martian’s earth shattering ka-boom (ESK)?
Freakin’ kick-ass gigs!
The year started off with some pretty darned good contenders for the Top 5 Gigs of All-Time – Sufjan Stevens at the State Theatre (tearfully amazing); followed by the sweet harmonies of Tunng at the Sydney Festival’s Spiegeltent. But this year just got even better with those angelic Amish-like gypsies, Arcade Fire, who bang and bustle and scream and shout onstage; the same ones that sing like angels and in the same breath produce raw and rustic vocal emotion that unveils joyful then tortured and tormented layers - paralleling the mad scene unfolding onstage (crazed musicians running around, belting out tunes and generally having a festive good time).
Throughout their performance, the band rotates their instruments like they’re rotating tables at a wine tasting stand - sampling each but producing much more than a haphazard conglomeration of emotional energy that usually follows those booze-fuelled sessions. It’s fun and sad and sometime fun and sad all at once but it all makes perfect joyful sense too. There’s a freakin’ party in the room and everyone’s invited. Singing in unison, whilst slapping your hands high in the air is a prerequisite to the overall masterpiece.
So last night, I sang freakin’ out loud, hands in air in time with all my friends (everyone else in the room), jumping up and down to my most favourite songs. Try wiping off my smile right now, I dare ya! I swear I will be so high (no prescription or other drugs needed thanks very much) for the rest of the week.
So for now, I’m packing in the whole relationship tour and I’m turning gypsy, whistling while I walk… seven dwarf-style.
"I know for sure that what we dwell on is who we become."
– Oprah Winfrey
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