Jeff without The Tea Party feels like a conversation illustrated with music than a rock concert.(And where the audience provides our side of the chat through applause, whistles, and woo hoos (and the occasional brave soul who yells out things like “Move back!!! (to Canada)). And boy, do I appreciate this conversation.
I do think it is in times like this when we have to doubly appreciate and hold on to the beauty in life, the good times, the joy.
This whole concert was the epitome of fun. A girls’ night of sequins, boas, pink, and Pink.
But seeing Hozier live on August 24 at Rogers Place for his Unreal Unearth Tour, this voice of voices rolls out in goose-bump-forming tones. (Or, as someone behind me bewilderingly exclaimed: “how can he sound like that!? What magic is this?!”) Poetry in motion.
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.
In Search of Rock Gods 