Great gigs seem to have a few things in common for me.
a.) they come when I least expect it,
b.) the tickets get given to me by someone who can’t make the show and doesn’t want them wasted
and c.) they are at the corner hotel.
I’ve been to a few gigs that meet this criteria. Dear old kentucky gave me tickets to see broken social scene and I was blown away. My girlfriend couldn’t make it to M. Ward and he was spectacular. And now tonight,I get an SMS from friends to see if I wanted to make sure their tickets to Jens Lekman weren’t wasted.
I didn’t know a whole lot going in, other than Kentucky waxed lyrical about his lateast album a few months back, and I’d heard a few tracks on seeqpod as a result. But he was disarmingly charming. The six piece band (including a few local string players) sounded lush and full, playing beautifully along with some backing track embelishment. I don’t know a whole lot of the song titles, but the set was a mix of quieter introspective songs about hairdressers and more upbeat numbers. I was happy to hear ‘black cab’, one of only a few tracks I recognised, especially after his introduction about a Turkish man humming it to him after a show.
In many ways I prefer going into a show not knowing the tunes. It stops me getting bored when I don’t recognise songs and makes me concentrate more on the ones I hear. I’m thinking of implementing this as a policy, only going to see new artists who I don’t own an album by. This shouldn’t narrow my options much with the amount of music I’ve bought over the last few months.
I was also pleased to see the Ladybug Transistor. Even though by the time I made it in I only caught the tail end of their set, what I heard was wonderful. I got to hear ‘like a summer rain’, a song that will take me back to winter nights when I first got to Melbourne.
Whilst I’m here, I’d like to say bonvoyage to old Kentucky, as it will save me sending her an email later. She is sadly leaving our shores for more hospitable climes. Farewell friend, It shall be colder in Melbourne without you. Hope you enjoy yourself, don’t stop writing and I’ll catch up with you soon.
And before I go a very special thanks to Alex and Jane for the tickets, I owe you two dinner.