Showing posts with label Neil Young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil Young. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Shaft of a light. A warm breath and a scream.



It’s 2014. Heck. 

I never made any New Year’s Resolutions for 2014, I already know I have personality traits which I need to alter and a new year doesn't change them (worrying - a lot, feeling guilty even when there is nothing I can do about a situation – a lot, worrying about feeling guilty …and letting these things stop me from being me, and from doing what I want to do).
And I want to be happy, you can't really resolve to do that.

In 2013 my resolution was ‘to be braver’ and I’m not entirely sure how I did on that to be honest.  I guess there were some small aspects of it which I succeeded, I joined a gym (and actually didn’t feel self conscious, stupid or out of place), I said yes more than no (thanks for the advise FT – “You just got used to saying no, so get up and get outside”), and I took down my guard at times (I’m great at advocating for others, not so great at following my own advice). 2013, although it contained some highlights (a birthday weekend including seeing Bruce Springsteen and Neil Young was one), was a rubbish year for a lot of people close to me - too many loses, too many tears and too much upset.
For me and a lot of others it is time to look forward and to think of 2013 as providing experience that makes you who you are today.

The one thing which has featured in New Year resolution consideration in both years is this blog. I enjoy it, but never felt like I was good enough to write it. The focus on music/gigs is done much better by others and I, whilst I will chat away to anyone and have a lot of friends and acquaintances, am actually quite a private person. I’m not sure my general thoughts and experiences warrant internet space.

So, where does this leave me and where does it leave this blog?
Well, I don’t really want to abandon it, though it must feel abandoned. I’m not sure how it will develop; it’s likely to be more of my rambling than anything on specific topic or theme such as specific gigs. To be honest, I don’t really know who reads it, or why they read it, so I’m just going to keep it as a stream of consciousness.

2014 looks like it could be a good year. For a start there’s been more smiling around me and by me (so far),  Pearl Jam are touring Europe again this summer (didn’t really think I could do a blog post and not mention them did you?), I’ve already managed to visit a new place (Cardiff – yay for visiting Wales!) and I’ve been lucky enough to see Frank Turner (amazing gig, do see him, and his support acts, if you’ve a chance, the night made my heart smile and my feet dance – I wish I was seeing him again this tour), plus there are other things in my diary for the year which make me continue to smile.

In hindsight, maybe being happy should have been my resolution (along with helping to make others happy).  There are some days when trivial things get me down, and I shouldn’t let them, but these things really shouldn’t impact on my overall happiness, or writing this blog.

So, hello ‘A Breath and a Scream blog’ – long time no see!

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Before we get back in the wheel...

Oh my, I've not posted anything since October...somebody slap me! My New Year resolution should have been to blog more!

OK, so what have I done since I last bored you then, well a fair amount actually...
There was the brilliant Gaslight Anthem in Brixton (I'll gloss over my swooning over Brian during sound check - yes that did happen, sound check...and swooning - of course you wouldn't think that of me, I know I'm just not like that!);

There was Soundgarden at Shepherds Bush Empire who were bloody amazing, Chris Cornell is still huminah huminah, and the weekend involved a night when scarily PJ friends met one of my best friends from another 'friendship box' - they all remain my friends as far as I am aware;

There was Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls in Truro. I do love this man. It was brilliant to see him 25 minutes from home with friends from work, oh and to get a hug and chat to him after the gig was nice too (I managed not to embarrass myself); 

Oh of course there was Christmas where I was once again spoilt by my family and friends, I can never repay such kindness and some gifts reduced me to tears with thoughtfulness and generosity;

New Year was a PJ family meet up in Bristol, it was great to see everyone. We managed to find a fab Italian restaurant, drank copious amounts of alcohol and laughed a lot. Pretty good if you ask me. Oh and I managed to buy a fab new lipstick :) 

So, 2013 huh. Well  it's nearly March and that fact is scary enough. When I was a kid time seemed irrelevant somehow, it was somehow far longer. Now time seems to sweep by without being noticed. Thus far there's been ups and downs, a short but very sweet visit to Liverpool and a brilliant Brad gig. 
Those of you who aren't Pearl Jam obsessed may have missed this Seattle band, this is the first time they've played in Europe and they've been going 20 years. Yes, indeed amongst their ranks is a member of that PJ band I talk so much of, but this band is not about him. I admit I don't own everything they've done, I was intrigued, and prior to the gig it was more about catching up with people I don't get to see very often. However, Birmingham Academy 2 played host to one of the most honest and heartfelt gigs I have been too in a long time.
The night began and ended with a song called Buttercup, what happened in between was quite magical. Shawn Smith (singer for Brad) has an amazing tone to his voice, it fills the room in the most gentle of ways, wrapping around you as almost a comfort. The band gel on stage, they just seemed to be enjoying themselves, it almost felt like they were letting the audience into some secret they've held dear for years. It was genius. There are people who know the songs much better than me that will be able to comment on the specifics, but I loved the flow of the set list. Screen was amazing, Shawn Smith's solo part of the encore was simply beautiful (Crown of Thorns laid out bare on piano was a triumph) and a cover of Jumping Jack Flash which lit up the room. 
It was a genuine pleasure to experience them and I hope they come back soon. 

What's ahead I hear none of you asking, well I am going to tell you anyway... three Gaslight Anthem gigs in March (Bristol and London), Bruce Springsteen and maybe Neil Young in June (they know it's my birthday obviously!), Sarah Millican stand up with my bestest friend swiftly followed by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds both in October. Hopefully more gigs will be added along the way.
Amongst that there are some weddings of family and friends (not one for me, no man is that daft!) and peeps visiting me. 
Now I promise to write again soon... slap me if I don't!

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

A Canadian Adventure...


I have to say, Canada has always been on my list of places I wanted to visit, more so than America really (mind you, if anyone wants to whisk me away to Seattle, New York or Boston then just shout, I have a passport and ESTA clearance!). Pearl Jam playing a Canadian tour directly after PJ20 kind of sealed the deal for me in going over. 
Flying from Chicago to Montreal, I was sat next to a Texan going on a shooting tour. He was older guy, a mountain of a man, who was happily telling me about the guns he had in the hold. It was the strangest conversation but should I expect anything less!

Montreal airport turned out unexpectedly to be a meeting point for me and a few other PJ fans, always a good thing. I immediately liked this place.
My room here was the funniest thing; a bathroom with a bed in it is possibly the best way to describe it! But it was self contained and clean! There were already various tales of lost luggage but everything of mine was present and correct when I arrived.
Montreal was great, an amazing city which I got to share with pretty awesome company. A merry band of a couple of Scots, an Aussie, an Englishman and various others amongst the party! I loved the mix of old and new, Europe and North America blended into a vibrant centre and I also didn’t feel so bad when even the Frenchman with us struggled to be understood!
The first night involved dinner with a couple friends at a restaurant, and included an invitation to sit in on the Pearl Jam radio phone in show the next day. This was to be a day where I played hairdresser and bleached a friends jet black hair to an interesting shade of orange before we picked up our tickets and headed for the pre party, my first of this tour.
The pre-party concept is a strange one, my experience of them in Europe is that because we have GA, they are held the night before and are generally merry (drunken) gatherings. Across the pond they were more structured and on the day of the gig, the structure is partially because of the link to the fundraising of Wishlist foundation, but they are equally jolly affairs and a great place to meet new people. 

As per the invitation from the previous evening, a couple of us headed across to a hotel to sit in on the radio show broadcast. It was great to see the show in full swing, to listen to the callers and scarily, speak on air!
I loved the Montreal show, the seats we had were great (especially as other people in the row didn’t show up) and my ticket buddy was passionate and hilarious (interpretive dancing to PJ will never seem the same again!). The band seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was certainly a brilliant way to kick off the Canadian tour and the rest of the crowd were smiling as much as me upon leaving the venue.
The last day in Montreal was spent exploring, chatting, relaxing and seeing a friend eat the most massive smoked meat sandwich anyone can ever imagine!

Toronto beckoned; we took the train in order to try and see more of the country, there were a lot of fields...and a lake I swear could be an ocean as I saw no land on the other side! In Toronto we were being joined by another Brit, a PJ friend who I bizarrely met through my liking of Band of Horses; she was to be my roomie for the next few shows. It also became apparent that whilst others had had luggage lost getting to Montreal, I had just left some of my stuff there before getting to Toronto. I really am rubbish sometimes! 
During an initial meander through the city, (trying to find the biggest bookshop in the world - which we failed to find on that attempt) I gathered that Toronto had a buzz about it. The buzz was a bit of an odd one, I put this down to the Toronto Film Festival happening, there seemed to be a lot of media ‘in the know’ types about.

PJ20, the Cameron Crowe documentary was being shown twice during this fim festival. I really wanted to go, but had no ticket to either screening. For us instead of the première, we headed to Niagara Falls. Niagara was somewhere I really wanted to go, I love waterfalls and rainbows but I have to say initially I was not enamoured. The area built up around them is, umm, tacky and in some parts desolate! The Falls themselves are indeed marvellous, I loved the Maid of the Mist and it was great to add some more friends into the mix who joined us whilst we were there. It was a pretty long day, but a good one.

Back in Toronto, show day approached and we ventured to the top of CN tower to see the city from above, it was really good to spend such relaxing time with great friends. From there another ace pre-party was calling and then, the first of the two Toronto shows...
OK, I could wax lyrical about this show, filling an entire page. For me, this was THE show or the shows, it was pure elation. Toronto 1 was not the longest of sets, not full of rarities, I was not front row.  It was just great, a set including the ‘Man’ trilogy amongst others and progressed, for me,  to hit immense status when I got to see Pearl Jam perform Mother Love Bone’s Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns and then an awesome version of Rockin in the Free World with Neil Young! The band were absolute loving it, you could feel their sense of joy.
I left that venue, feeling amazing, on a complete rush, still hyper hours later. To be honest thinking back about it has made me feel happy, as I type this, I’m grinning.
The fact music can produce such emotion it a pretty special thing, something that often gets forgotten about in our day to day lives and the current social obsession with instant gratification.

As I mentioned, the PJ20 film had two showings during the film festival. We chose Niagara over the premiere, and I had hoped to get tickets to the second showing but until the morning of the screening still had not managed it. Now, I had made it pretty clear how much I wanted to go, however I didn’t expect a friend to get up at stupid o clock in the morning, walk to the box office and manage to get three of us last minute tickets. That gesture meant a lot to me, it still does. So, I got to see the film, in Toronto, surrounded by PJ fans, oh and Eddie Vedder and Neil Young! That was kinda cool!

Toronto night 2 was another night of grinning, and a bit of crying (Light Years), it was a brilliant set, so many good songs and the atmosphere was great in that venue. It maintained the high of the previous night. I loved those Toronto shows so much. I got to see them with good people even if we were seated all over the place! Everyone seemed to have that same sense of happiness and joy after those shows.
I wish that I could have either of those nights again, in a GA crowd with all my PJ friends, you could pretty much give up on me there and then, I’d be done! I’d have had pretty much the highest high.
Our Scottish friends and others left us at this point, what an ace ending to their tours!

Another train took us to Ottawa, and to a sweet little B&B which was to be our home for the next couple of days. Ottawa, I have to say, underwhelmed me. I think being the capital I expected, well I’m not sure, but it seemed a very innate place. Everyone was lovely, but it was neither buzzing nor relaxing. Some of the architecture was very pretty, the parliamentary buildings felt like scaled versions of those in London and the tales of winter snow and ice were enamouring. It just felt like it needed an adrenalin shot.
The show was in a venue not designed for people travelling without a car, and getting there seemed like a triumph in itself! In order to give back to the Wishlist Foundation for all the pre-parties, I decided to buy a show poster and donate it to the raffle...which was then won by one of my friends, sods law! :D 

After the highs of the previous gigs, Ottawa had a lot to live up to, and whilst there is never a bad Pearl Jam gig, this one didn’t, for me at least, make the level set previously. The band tried hard to engage the crowd but it just didn’t seem to work at times. There were people in my row who hardly stood during the show and others who were quite blatantly checking emails and facebook. That’s a hell of an expensive night out to check your emails! Even Eddie seemed annoyed with elements of the crowd. However, there was a great dedication to the guys from Wishlist and the band as always put on a great set.
The bus back to town was awful, overcrowded and actually quite dangerous. I was relieved for us all to get off safely to be honest. It did put a dampener on the time I’d spent there.

After an early morning goodbye and thank you for being awesome to my roomie friend, I was on the way Hamilton. I wasn’t going to go to this gig, it was a late addition in the planning, but my ace film enabling mate was going and had a spare ticket! I am so pleased I went to the Hamilton gig, it perked me up after Ottawa, provided the perfect closure to my trip. The gig was great, the band seemed so ramped up and the people I met at the pre/post parties were truly awesome. I definitely made some good friends that night, whom I hope to meet again.

My somewhat weary self was ready to come home after seven gigs (including PJ20). I loved my first trip across the pond, it was great to see new surroundings, see shows in new places and experience new ways of doing things. If I was to name one of the places in Canada I visited that I’d like to return to, it would be Montreal.
The seated shows I did get used to but I still prefer GA, apart from the rest during the encores at the latter shows (I’m such an old woman!) and the anticipation and excitement of ticket collection. I never expected to win the lottery, and my 10C number is shockingly high, but to see fans crying when given tickets in first or second row was cool. That opportunity meant so much to them and that experience would stay with them. I have to be honest, I did miss the raucous nature of GA, I missed not being part of a collective during the gigs but I was very lucky to have great ticket buddies and to meet good people along the way.

I never expected a desire to see a band taking me on transatlantic flights, it hardly seems real that I went. Sometimes I look at the photos I took over there and have to remind myself it was me who took them. I want to go back to Canada, I would love to see the other coast, Vancouver etc, so it isn’t fully removed from my travel list but this trip did make me feel like I’d accomplished something. Life has a way of changing the path you think is laid out ahead, following that new path could take you to a place in your life you hadn’t thought you’d reach, in my case this trip was part of that.