All the music feels

I usually check my emails first thing every morning. Naturally the one day I don’t get around to checking until lunchtime there’s actually something important in the inbox. Something huge.

Something like this:


I knew that Patti Smith and band were playing the seminal album Horses in full next April at the Bluesfest festival. I also knew that there was no chance of making it there as it would involve almost being in another state over the Easter weekend, which is always, no matter what gigs are on, family time; it would also involve camping (shudders). My oldest son figured that there would be no sideshows as that’s the whole point of a headline act: you need to go to the festival to see them. They are the draw card.

Well how ecstatic do you think I am that my son was dead wrong?

I cannot for the life of me remember a time I was so mentally unstable at a gig announcement. I’m not even joking. One of my sons had a friend over and he probably wondered what exactly was wrong with me. And I still can’t quite find the words to describe all the feels I was having as I bought tickets about thirty seconds after reading the email. There are just some artists and some albums that penetrate your very soul in a way that you have to experience to understand.

It got me to thinking to some of those magic gig moments I’ve been lucky enough to experience. Here’s my list of the ones I’ll never forget.

 

Prince, 2003.

Seeing Prince was a dream come true for this purple obsessed little freak. And even though he only performed a medley of his biggest oldest songs he did sing Purple Rain in full. And there was me actually crying as I swayed my arms back and forth and sang the ooh ooh ooh oo’s with him at the end of the song. I was almost literally pinching myself. I bawled for days at his passing this year. I mean, our musical heroes are immortal, aren’t they?

Rolling Stones, 2002.

When Keith comes out of the darkness and strums that very first chord and then Mick runs out and they launch into Street Fighting Man it’s like it’s 1973 all over again. There on stage in front of you, knocking your socks off at some ridiculous age, are the figures of myth and legend, the Redlands raid, Marianne Faithfull, Anita, Bianca, the drugs, the arrests, the arrogant nonchalance and effortless cool, THE MUSIC, the absolute epitome of brash confident 70s drug fuelled rock n roll brilliance.

The Julie Ruin, 2014.

When a certain Kathleen Hanna stands before you in a small club screaming the words every riot grrl has long since committed to memory you just stand there staring, thinking, no fucking way. Sticking your head behind the curtain post gig and gushing some fangirl nonsense at her and being rewarded with a warm hug and a big smile is still one of my life highlights.

Iggy Pop, 2014.

Iggy and The Stooges, with Aussie legends the Beasts of Bourbon in the support slot is enough right there. But when Iggy calls the kids up on stage and your two sons are up there dancing around with IGGY FUCKING POP there is nary a better or prouder parenting moment to be had.

Magic Dirt, 2009.

After the death of founding member and bass player Dean Turner the band toured the country as a farewell gesture to their beloved band mate, not knowing what else to do and figuring it would be the best kind of tribute possible. Being in a small venue like The Annandale where their emotion was painfully raw and visible and letters were read felt like being given a glimpse into their own personal grief and pain, and being asked to help share some of it. And meanwhile the show goes off with some divine energy and while you leave having seen one of the best live bands ever your heart is broken a little just the same.

There have been so many amazing shows, bands that knocked it right out of the fucking venue and into the stratosphere {Wilco, The Dandy Warhols, The Flaming Lips, Future of the Left, Adalita every time}, but these ones were different, they went someplace deeper, with the depth of emotion and meaning, the is this really happening moments. Music is powerful stuff my friends, and I could not imagine a life without it.

I have no doubt that I will be anything other than an overexcited and over emotional mess when I do finally see Ms Smith next year, but for now I’ll keep checking my Ticketmaster account to stare in wonder at this:

  1. Thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing this to my attention! I bought my ticket about 10 seconds after I saw your Instagram post LOL! Cannot bloody wait 🙂

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    1. Oh you are so welcome. I was so freaking excited to see it. Still can’t believe it’s happening!

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      1. I know!! I’ve already got 6 concerts lined up for 2017 – I have a feeling the I will be broke before the year it out LOL! xx

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        1. I know what you mean, just this week I bought Patti Smith and Springsteen, both were on the pricey side!

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          1. Let’s hope we both fall ass backwards into loads of cash….or backstage passes LOL!

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  2. I am really happy for you!!

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    1. Yeah me too. Maybe the stars have swung back to the good stuff after all the shit with my parents threatened to undo me.

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  3. peopledonteatenoughfudge September 22, 2016 at 3:48 am

    So bloody exciting when that happens isn’t it? I managed to score tickets to see The Specials in November and I CAN’T WAIT!! I’ve got this insane urge to tell you now about all the bands I’ve seen, don’t know why, think I’m a bit high on Benylin ’cause I’ve got a stinking cold. So envious that you saw Iggy Pop – I saw John Lydon (Public image Ltd) last year and Adam Ant and Madness (amongst others this year) but I’ve never seen Iggy, must have been a blast!

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    1. The Specials would be excellent! Iggy was actually really really good live, and I’ve never seen John Lydon but my husband has seen the Pistols while my cousin saw PiL back in 89. (Showing my age much?)

      And we’re seeing Springsteen next year who is supposed to be amazing. Looking forward to so many good gigs.

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