Happy Wednesday, ya’ll! I’m in a morning after, post-concert daze, but the show Rage + Rapture tour was spectacular. Garbage was a formative part of my rock girl feminist education, and more than lived up to my expectations. Blondie is just classic, and was more than I imagined in a live performance. Even the opening act, Deap Valley, was amazing. One of the best shows I’ve seen in a while.
I’m too tired for a proper post, but last night’s Florence + the Machine show was amazing and totally reawakened my love for live music. It’s been too long since someone worth seeing was in town and this more than made up for it. The boy got me floor tickets for my birthday so it was a much anticipated birthday present.
Some pretty pictures to share until I upload the videos.
In response to Em’s response to a segment she heard on NPR…
What she had to say…
NPR did this music blog asking people what albums got you through your teenage “angst” or were cathartic when all that mayhem was going on.
So these are the albums that got me through my terrible teens
*Note: not necessarily my top albums, just the ones on replay.
- Hours…, Low – David Bowie
- Version 2.0, BeautifulGarbage – Garbage
- Different Class, His ‘n’ Hers – Pulp
- Dizzy up the girl – Goo Goo Dolls (I still have this somewhere, where is it?)
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer – The Soundtrack (show)
- La Lune – Sarah Brightman
- Surfacing – Sarah McLachlan
- Jagged Little Pill – Alanis Morrisette
- Return of Saturn – No Doubt
- The Science of Things – Bush
- Placebo, Without You I’m Nothing – Placebo
- Vespertine – Björk
- The X-Files the Album
- Parachutes – Coldplay
- White Blood Cells – The White Stripes
These are the ones I can think of at the moment, but I’m sure there were plenty more. I remember these sitting in my cd players for days at a time.
Watching “Clatterford” reminded me how much I love The Kinks’ “The Village Green Preservation Society”
I am a huge Bowie fan. Anyone who knows me really well knows that my obsession can be a bit much at times. So, a couple of weeks ago I went on a closet cleaning frenzy and did what I had been threatening to do for ages: I uploaded all by Bowie albums onto Cassius (Cassius being my iPod. That could be read in so many ways, otherwise.).
Now, I love Bowie and every so often I feel like I rediscover him again. For example, when I’ve gone for months without listening to a certain song and I hear it and remember when I first heard it. It’s like re-reading a favorite book, or watching a movie you loved as a kid (though that didn’t go very well for me when I watched “The Little Mermaid” as an adult and realized how very inappropriate it can be. Still love it, but can’t help but be a little struck by the fact that Ariel is only sixteen… but I digress). Anyhow, I put Bowie on a loop, all 253 tracks. For about 2 weeks. It was supposed to keep me alert while writing, but even I am a little sick of it now.
Now, I’ve rediscovered Moby… 🙂