One of the best things about Edmonton’s Folk Fest (besides spending a weekend hanging out appreciating live music, either alone or with your friends, and tens of thousands other people) is the ability to surround yourself to new music and musicians you might otherwise not get a chance to know.
Who in the 80s didn’t come under the spell of White Wedding or Mony Mony? Or of that snarl? And the hair. And, umm, the leather.
But live music, and live music from the rail – it just reaches parts of my heart and soul otherwise unattainable and I lose myself in it. Or maybe I become the most myself.
Dear Friend of my Friend,
On the one hand, I’m so sorry you were unable to attend this concert. On the other, I am so grateful I got to go in your place!
Depeche Mode is no stranger to these darker, melancholic, gothic themes. They were the vampire band before vampire bands were a thing.
You might guess that this is a highlight moment for me, and it is, but, really, the highlights never end at a Tea Party concert.
This show was so spectacularly moving for me. I love these eras of music and fashion. I grew up listening to my dad’s big band albums, watching re-runs of Sinatra, Rogers, Astaire, and Kelly dancing and singing in these amazing Hollywood movie sets. I LOVE this music, these styles.
It was truly the perfect trifecta of music, fashion and Gaga.
But that’s not all this screen can do and you and everyone around you knows it. And there’s a tension building in this room, partly due to the anticipation of waiting for U2, partly in anticipation of seeing what this titan can do on the inside.
But WOW! Did we ever appreciate the heck out of Nickelback last week! Maybe it’s partly because these are Alberta boys from just down the QEII and around the corner. But maybe it’s just that they are that good live.
Seeing Harry and Inhaler twenty years later at Slane felt like it would be a perfect closure to that story. Finally experiencing Slane. Finally seeing Harry for the first time. Finally seeing Inhaler for the first time. And, well, there are some concerts that demand you see them more than once. Instinctually, incorrigibly, inevitably, I knew I’d want, no NEED, to see more than one.
And so I also got tickets to Wembley 1 and 2…
In Search of Rock Gods 