Posts Tagged ‘concert’

Women Go Wild for Nick Cave

Monday, November 11th, 2013

I have been slow to write about finally seeing Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds live in concert. I had wanted to see them when they toured through Paris but tickets had sold out instantly. My friend, Andrew, managed to find tickets to Nick’s concert at the Apollo in Manchester and I was jumping up and down with excitement when Andrew asked if I would go with him. Hell yes.

The walk to the Apollo was slightly longer than I anticipated, potentially due to the persistent rain, strong winds and large puddles we had to avoid. Everyone in the venue was saturated and there was a general musty smell wafting through the room. I received a strong whiff of damp every time the guy in front of me swished his dreadlocks. Lovely.

Nick, on the other hand, was on fire, dripping sweat and exchanging all sorts of bodily fluids with the screaming women in the front rows. In his open shirt, gold chain and tight jeans, you wouldn’t think that Nick was 56. He bounced all over the stage, clutching the hands of his adoring fans and singing powerful rock tunes that verged on heavy metal. It was loud but beautifully loud, with fantastic lighting and some amazing sounds coming from the Bad Seeds band. Warren Ellis was brilliant on flute and particularly violin, strings from his bow flying off as he thrashed at the instrument. It was hard, sexy and dark – one of the best live performances I have seen.

Up close with Nick Cave

Up close with Nick Cave

Nick certainly has fans and his gyrating and physical interaction with the crowd had many hearts beating. A woman standing next to me cried when he first came on stage and then again periodically throughout the show as he sang her favourite tunes. The final song for the evening was a relatively chirpy version of Deanna, which, after a show dominated by the darker and more depressing songs of their collection, was quite a nice note to end on.

Fanfarlo are Fab and Deserve More Fans

Wednesday, May 16th, 2012

Seriously, Paris has a problem. It appears that the technology that we call ‘air conditioning’ or ‘fans’ in Australia has never quite reached this cosmopolitan, fashionable, fast-paced, ‘we’re the best at everything’ city and as a result every time I go to a pub, a concert venue, a shopping centre, a supermarket, a hairdresser, a clothing store, an ANYWHERE I die from heat overload. Yes, I know it doesn’t get as hot in France as it does in Australia but that’s not a good reason to then turn on the HEATING when it is 18 degrees outside and there are going to be hundreds of bodies squished into an unventilated space.

Ready for my example? Here it is. Monday night, Tom and I went to a small concert venue called La Fléche D’Or to see the super awesome band, Fanfarlo perform. We had been to see the Jezebels at the same venue in September of last year and has discovered two interesting facts that allowed us to be better prepared for our second visit.

  1. You cannot leave the venue so it is best to eat beforehand.
  2. It is sooooooooooooooooo hot in this place that you will sweat like a pig, lose 10 kilograms and feel faint for most of the concert.

With our stomachs full, we arrived an hour after the doors opened, therefore reducing the amount of time we would have to stand around sweating/fainting. The support band had only just started, so I was pleased with my timing. I still managed to wear too many clothes though. At one point during their set, Fanfarlo suggested everyone remove all of their clothing in order to keep cool. It was almost a logical idea.

Despite the heat, Fanfarlo were terrific – they played lots of songs from their newly released album plus some of their more well known hits. They were very chatty with the crowd despite the occasional “Parlez en Française!”. Unfortunately, as per usual, the mysterious “No matter where you stand at a concert, half way through some idiot is going to come and annoy you” phenomenon happened. It is amazing – at all gigs that I go to, at some point, a drunken, tall, jumping idiot comes and knocks people over or stands right in front of me, and therefore distracts me from enjoying the music. This happened again, except there were four of them. At least they were having fun and enjoying the music, but one of them was an old guy in a horrible leather jacket who kept telling the crowd that we had to dance like we were at a disco. Ahhh… the French and their discos.

Anyway, we left hot, sweaty but with lovely songs floating through our heads. And it is moments like being at a concert, standing in a busy metro train or walking through large crowds in Paris that I am glad I am an unusual tall blonde and that I stand at least a head taller than most French people. It makes for an excellent view of the stage.

Fanfarlo in concert in Paris

My view.

More Mud

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

It is currently 12.15am on Sunday 28 August and I have two woes.

Woe #1 – Underworld Concert

The main reason why Tom and I came to London was to go to the South West Four festival to see one of my favourite electronic groups, Underworld, play. I love seeing them live and have on previous occasions flown to other cities within Australia to see their concerts. So it wasn’t a completely out of the ordinary decision to buy a ticket to a concert in London seeing as it is just a 2.5 hour train ride away. I now wish I had saved my money.

The concert was out in Clapham, an area of London recently targeted during the riots. I wish they had locked up a few more people because I’m fairly certain half of the people at the concert would have been on the streets throwing bottles through windows last week. It was an interesting bunch of people – I always feel out of place at electronic music festivals as I stand in my fully-dressed attire waiting patiently for a certain dj/band to get on stage as drunken 18 year olds flirt, dance and throw themselves around provocatively nearby. I hate Australian crowds, but this was worse. EVERYONE was drunk. Usually it is only about 80% of the crowd – this was 99.9999999% with Tom and I being that last remaining percentage. Not only that, but at least six times during the four-hour period that we were at the concert I had guys with large wads of cash walk past asking the crowd if they’d like ecstasy, cocaine or marijuana. And there were a few ‘Yes, please’s.

Normally I would have just stood to the side and tried my best to ignore the idiots around me but it was a little difficult to move as every step you took resulted in you sinking into more mud. It had been raining for the past week or so in London and if there is one thing that rain, land and lots of people equal, it is mud. It was as if Tom and I had returned to the North Sea and were attempting to mudwalk with a bunch of intoxicated losers. It was awful. I had had prior thoughts of “Maybe I should buy some cheap shoes to wear in case it is muddy” but decided against it. When I arrived and saw what was in store I bid farewell to my Campers and plunged straight in. At least I am now a seasoned mud-walker and I didn’t fall flat on my arse. I did get a bit girly about the fact that my perfectly wonderful shoes were getting covered in mud. So when we were finally in front of the main stage, we picked a standing spot and stood there. The less we moved, the harder the mud beneath our feet.

When we arrived John Digweed, one of my brother’s favourite DJs was mixing it up on the stage and it was good. It was very good. But unfortunately he finished and was replaced with a guy by the name of Laidback Luke. Lazy Luke would be more appropriate – all he did was slop together a bunch of random songs with popular tunes/lyrics/choruses in order to make the audience say “YAY! I like this song!” and therefore make him look good. I felt like an old-woman-mother-figure standing with a frown on my face, not understanding the music of the youth of today. But finally he finished and Underworld came on stage.

Their set was short. And quiet. And there was no encore. And the crowd weren’t supportive and hardly cheered at all and were too busy smoking (there was a stall selling cigarettes); drinking; taking drugs; looking hideous with their ridiculously short shorts, bad hair cuts and general poor dress sense; and being obnoxious. Basically, it was no where near as good as when I saw them in Perth – now that is saying something. I would even rate seeing them at Bondi Beach on New Years Eve with evil drunk Australians as a more enjoyable experience than tonight. Such a shame because I had such high expectations. I don’t blame Underworld at all because they did their best and their music was awesome. But I just couldn’t hear it and was too busy trying to stop a stupid girl next to me from standing on my feet.

We did have delicious indian food for dinner though so I guess that’s a positive.

Woe # 2 – More Rain

We are supposed to be catching a flight to New York on Tuesday afternoon and there appears to be a bit of weather about on that side of the world (aka. a hurricane.) That’s a tad worrying as I don’t really want my flight to be cancelled or delayed as I had planned on being there for my birthday. At the same time, I also don’t want it to rain there because it has rained enough here in London. So hopefully that will all blow over (get it? Ha.)

Bed time.

It Stinks

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

The particularly unpleasant smell of someone cooking French beef in butter is permeating my apartment at the moment. French beef has a lot stronger flavour and smell than Australian and it really smells when you cook it. I wish they would stop.
Meanwhile, there appears to be a concert happening in my backyard (aka. the park behind my apartment.) I’m going to go and check it out this afternoon. At the moment all we have heard are sound checks and fairly average guitar playing. Hopefully things improve or it’ll be a noisy afternoon in Paris.

Park

The sounds are coming from somewhere behind those trees