Sunday, April 19, 2009

DANCING WITH SNOWFLAKES

My one day ticket to the All Points West Art and Music Festival came in the mail this week. I will eventually have to make my travel arrangements, watching for sales/specials that may arise between now and then.

A very wet spring storm moved into Colorado this Friday, rain turning to snow that fell all day, making for a slushy commute back home. Nearly a foot on the ground at the house. I would have loaded up the truck with my ski gear and drove west but the main highway through the mountains was shut down due to the hazardous driving conditions and accidents. It was coming down faster than they could clear it. I decided to stay put and simply enjoy the evening.

We stopped making things
Yet wealth can still be acquired
In next mans pocket

Sit there at the top
Leaders of society
Play their Ponzi scheme

It was late by the time I got around to thinking about the concert. The snow had temporarily stopped falling making for a pleasant time outdoors in the snow, stomping out a patch of ground to stand in without fear of getting wet. Tonight's show was a concert by Echo & The Bunnymen, live at the Bordeaux Grand Parc on Novenber 29th 1987. An excellent recording of a well done performance at a time when they were riding high on fame's wave. The crowd was really into it and had fun based on the comments/sounds coming from the audience. Some of their best songs played at a time when Ian's voice just wonderful. Will's guitar playing is superb as well, but what I think I'm hearing is that his style may be improving with the passage of time. Whereas Ian's voice only declines as he gets older, Will seems to mature and rely more on style and tone to make up for some of that youthful energy he's lost, the same exact thing I saw with Eddie Van Halen when he seemed to peak long after they peaked in fame.

A great show!

Explores his emotions
The mind's inner recesses
Music is the key

Will's guitar sings
Strikes an emotional chord
Serenades the heart

From a distant sea
Carried on a planets wind
Flakes fall on his face

Like a sirens voice
Playing with our emotions
Carries us away

A ticket in hand
Wide eyes look to the future
Comes all too quickly

No comments: