No White Cliffs of Dover from PJ Harvey at the State Theatre

It’s not often I sit down to a rock and roll concert, but this week at the State Theatre in Sydney, we were obliged to do so for PJ Harvey’s Sydney Festival gig.

And, surprisingly, it worked. The muted, awkward, whoops and lack of desire to shake ones booty to the passionate tunes and pounding rhythms from Let England Shake was not just because the resident jobsworths would’ve swooped on us like a Cinema usher protecting a young couples virtue in 1963. The extraordinary lyrics, much heard this past year, in this new setting helped too.

Resplendent in robes, bodice and horns, Ms Harvey and her complement played with our emotions throughout, providing an excellent – yet not exactly mirrored – rendition of one of last years most celebrated albums. Yet another magnum opus from an artist who I think has previously presented at least three.

Moistening of the eyes was even encountered at the opening to Bitter Branches, On Battleship Hill, and In the Dark Places, but this wasn’t a sad concert. The triumphant nature of musical accompaniment provided an impressive counterpoint to the emotionally challenging lyrics.

One of the thoughts which came to me toward the end, especially as they will no doubt soon start preparing for the 100th anniversary of the butchery which influenced many of the songs, is Let England Shake should become required listening before the commemorations which will soon arrive. Remember what happened and why it happened that way, not what they would like you to believe about their wars.

As in Hanging in the Wire, there was no White Cliffs of Dover and nothing from perhaps her previous most commercial tome – despite one of the few contributions from the floor looking for some good fortune. But this was an uplifting concert all the same, and for someone who rarely gets to enough live music these days a more than fitting way to start 2012.

Keep it up Polly Jean, those who continually push the boundaries should always be celebrated. I’m already looking forward to the next time you visit Sydney.

Memories of R.E.M.: Perfect is a fault and Fault lines Change

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IN 1987, R.E.M. were the perfect band in the world for me. But perfect is a fault, and before I turned 20 I could hardly care less what they did next. But for that one brief period of teenage me there was a band whose lyrics inspired and who music cheered me up.

You always wish the bands you were fans of as teenagers wouldn’t change. But we grow and change so why wouldn’t they. Turns out in R.E.M. most inspiring song they flagged their own future of lighters at concerts
I believe my shirt is wearing thin and change is what I believe in
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September 22, 2011

Back in 1986 even Michael Stipe was young. And when he sang Just a Touch at the RDS, Dublin in 1989, I like the thousands who witnessed his suit ridden, head shaved, Peter Garrett beating crazy dancing thought we were young forever too.

I’m so young. I’m so goddamn young
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September 22, 2011

But no, we grew up to be Shiny Happy People and made Everybody Hurt. Or at least the fans who remembered tunes inspired by tours in the back of vans got hurt.

Jefferson I think we’re lost
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September 22, 2011

Who knew in 1988 as I celebrated success of my favourite band by explaining them to bewildered fellow teenagers more into the top of the pops of the day that within 15 years, I’d be the one bewildered in conversation by their “new” fans. Not knowing one song they’d released in 5 years and not remembering more than one from the previous 5.

But this isn’t about criticising my one time Favourite band, but to celebrate those years when they were my Beatles and my Stones.

Thanks for the 80′s chaps, you made some of my teenage years worthwhile. And you still have two of the best albums ever recorded.

Reckoning and murmur are still the products of one of the greatest bands in the world, not matter what happened to them after 1989
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September 22, 2011

I want my Torchwood now

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In the UK apparently they have to wait a WHOLE SIX DAYS to see their fix of the next installment of Torchwood.

As I was saying at Digital Citizens tonight: diddums.

I mean FFS, you aren’t entitled to any of this, unless you pay for it. Do you think these Actors and Production companies give their time for free?

Get over yourself, if you want to be the ~5% of the population who torrents – go ahead. If the delay is six bloody days, join me in waiting to see it in broadcast quality without compromising your minuscule download limits.

Heroes are the soundtrack to my life

If you follow my high volume twitter feed, you’ll note I quote lyrics from songs on a regular basis – whether that is standalone or part of the the blaster.fm integration with last.fm.

When I tweeted the lyrics of a David Bowie song tonight, a friend responded and that made me think at length about my relationship with music, books and movies. All of which I consume in spades and intricate quite a bit more than many may realise into my life. But not at all in the same way as so many others I know seem to. Continue reading