Another music post. It appears that this is the only topic on which I’m writing at the moment. I’ve got so many concerts coming up it’s untrue (check out my MySpace calendar to see what I’m going to in the coming months). Last night I saw the amazing brilliance of Arcade Fire. Such a great band. They play every gig like it’s their last and are just so passionate. I’m lucky enough to be seeing them again tomorrow. Just writing about it is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up again. I'll be writing a proper review on the new rockbeatstone when it is all finished.
But what I really wanted to write about today is Wilco. I’ve written a preview of their new album, Blue Sky Blue on Music For Grown Ups. I can’t wait until it is released and they come to London. I used to like Wilco, I had seen them live and I loved all of their albums and I had a few bootlegs. Then I split up with my girlfriend and all of their songs spoke to me. They nearly all became songs about my life, like the best songs should. I can’t get over how one’s personal circumstances can make the difference between a "good song" and a "truly beautiful song that you can't live without". Jeff Tweedy’s (leader of the band) songs about love are, quite simply, stunning.
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Wilco and Jeff Tweedy for writing songs which are dear to me and which have helped me through rough times. Which reminds me of another blog post I thought about writing… I’ll be back later on today.
Farewell Angelina
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3 comments:
Thank you for sparing me from a more detailed Arcade Fire gig write-up.
Just you wait until I see you and tell you about 'Guns of Brixton' and the fact that it was the best two concerts of my life.
Another "best concert of my life"? So fickle, James.
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