Brehs. Brehs. Brehs. Brehs. I'm slightly drunk, still high off life of what I just saw. (I don't smoke).
Goddamn. I think I witnessed the greatest concert I've ever seen in my life.
I used to sit around and watch
Stop Making Sense in college because I wanted something like that for our generation. Something that grabbed you from the scruff. Something imaginative, something visceral. Something 'cool' (and I hate saying that fukking word cool. if anything I've learned since growing older it's that attempting to be cool is a waste of time. I'm trying to be comfy. Comfy in my surroundings. In my self). I wanted a David Byrne so bad. I had David Byrne but old David Byrne. David Byrne captured in my little dvd player. When he came out, big stage, the tape he wanted to play that could not possibly fill the auditorium but fukk it, go along with it. That's what I wanted. I wanted Bernie Worrell on the keys. I wanted "Life During Wartime" forever and ever
I wanted the big suit. I wanted something indelibly burned to my retinas forever. I wanted something like this:
I wanted the greatest concert of all time. The greatest concert film of all time. For us. But now.
I got it tonight. I think. I've seen a few great concerts. Great in their musicianship, great in that they were tight as performers. I about died when I saw Vampire Weekend. But that was because of my love for Ezra and Rostam rather than their music at the time. MVOTC wasn't out at the time. Holy Ghost!, LCD, nahhh.
But now.
The Knife.
The Knife.
That was the greatest concert I've been to. And the joke is on us, the majority of the concert they don't even play instruments. It's like a bizarre glimpse into the future, they all wear shiny suits, tightly choreographed dance sequences, the lights! The lights! Oh. I can't even give it justice. But I felt so stupid when I was there. A bit stupid grin slapped across my face. That's the barometer for if I know I am genuinely enjoying something. If I'm drinking in something that renders me speechless, the only thing to show for it is a stupid smile that I have that reminds me that sometimes life is worth living. Sometimes that, even though our world is a wind tunnel blowing towards us the most wretched flotsam to ever grace our presence, it's going to be ok. There are things worthwhile. I watched
Manhattan this past week. The scene that most stuck with me was when Woody Allen's character Ike was taking stock of the things that made life worth living. The crabs at Sam Wo's, Tracy's face...The Knife. That was more than I could have ever asked for and then some.
All that said, if they're in your town I implore you.
And since this is OFT and we can get sentimental, and humanist once in a while, I leave you with this:
ingerlund
