Lovefoxxx is wonderful Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
I'm a complete disgrace
This is me being sorry. In an impossibly cute fashion. Yep, it's time for another one of those 'I don't post enough and I'm sorry' posts. That's that done. I hate awkward silences.
So - I think it makes sense to abandon my ambitious but ill-fated attempt to chronicle my entire T weekend. To summarise: CSS were lump-in-throatingly wonderful, The Killers genuinely (and against my better instincts) took my breath away, Razorlight were average and Jonny Borrell is at least as bad as everyone says he is (if not worse), the Maccabbees were Joy Divisionly marvellous (though there is a slight element of 'Thrills-esque' disappointment when the album narrowly fails to live up to the live energy), the Scissor Sisters were spingly-spangly ace, and leaving before Snow Patrol came on made me feel good inside. It was a great weekend - the best Festival of the summer, whatever anyone else says.
So - I think it makes sense to abandon my ambitious but ill-fated attempt to chronicle my entire T weekend. To summarise: CSS were lump-in-throatingly wonderful, The Killers genuinely (and against my better instincts) took my breath away, Razorlight were average and Jonny Borrell is at least as bad as everyone says he is (if not worse), the Maccabbees were Joy Divisionly marvellous (though there is a slight element of 'Thrills-esque' disappointment when the album narrowly fails to live up to the live energy), the Scissor Sisters were spingly-spangly ace, and leaving before Snow Patrol came on made me feel good inside. It was a great weekend - the best Festival of the summer, whatever anyone else says.
So - moving on. I've seen Cajun Dance Party, who were marvellous - I'm seeing them again in October. I've also discovered the achingly lovely Adele, who takes the folkiness of KT Tunstall, the soulful voice of Amy Winehouse (sans crack) and then climbs up a few rungs higher. It's pop music as pop music should be - three minutes of melodic joy that just lifts you and makes everything around you shimmer slightly. We like. Infuriatingly, she's playing in London on the same day as Cajun Dance Party (October 20th, the day of the RWC final...). I am annoyed.
Finally, this morning a friend recommended this chap, Patrick Watson - there's an element of quavering Jeff Buckley to him, and frankly we could do with a new one. He's playing in Shepherd's Bush in November. Promises to be delightful, in a teary way.
The posts will come more often now. Promise.
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