The post bank holiday weekend wrap
Just how good were Bon Iver last night? Initial omens weren’t great because the gig was bumped up from Crawdaddy to Tripod (by all accounts, Ticketmaster take the blame/kudos for that one because their SNAFU allowed everyone who wanted to …
Just how good were Bon Iver last night? Initial omens weren’t great because the gig was bumped up from Crawdaddy to Tripod (by all accounts, Ticketmaster take the blame/kudos for that one because their SNAFU allowed everyone who wanted to go to the show to go to the show), especially given the uneviable ability of Dublin audiences to talk their way through anything. But no, that didn’t happen. Instead, you could hear a pin drop (or bar-staff bang bottles together – they obviously didn’t get the memo) as the Bon Iver three played. As Justin Vernon admitted himself, they don’t really have a lot of songs, but, jeez, what songs, what eerie, elegant and enigmatic songs! As the bittersweet likes of “Skinny Love” and especially “The Wolves”, which sprouted wings and headed for the stars, made their mark, you wanted to go back again and again to the truly spell-binding “For Emma, Forever Ago” for more of that. Probably the best gig you’ll ever see from someone who used to flog mobile phones for a living on Galway’s Eyre Square.
Interesting to see last night’s gig didn’t end until after 11pm. Was it not the case that the recent Animal Collective show in Tripod was canned because of a 10.30pm curfew on Monday nights?
I have a feeling that the forthcoming show by Fleet Foxes in Dublin will be well worth catching. Yes, it’s on the same weekend as Danny Deacon, Lenny Cohen, Princey Prince, The DoDos and the Future Days fun and games, but the Foxes’s self-titled debut album is a five-star stunner and was the ideal soundtrack for a sunny weekend in Dublin 3. Fleet Foxes play Whelan’s on June 14.
I also spent the weekend reading the Lisbon Treaty from cover to cover. Very disappointing. Contrary to what Jim Corr and assorted other No campaigers have said, there’s no sci-fi aliens, conspiracy theories, new world orders, drugs, hookers or modern-day tales of Sodom and Gomorrah in it. I’d say they won’t be turning it into a film. Can I get a refund please?
Speaking of refunds (effortless Tuesday morning link, that)…. Our old friend “unforseen circumstances” popped up over the weekend to explain away the late, late cancellation of a Soundtrack ’08 show by Mystery Jets. “Unforseen circumstances”, however, didn’t prevent them from doing a spot of DJ-ing at the Button Factory on Saturday night. Is “unforseen circumstances” promoter-code for “we didn’t sell any tickets and we’d better pull the gig before we have to pay them the very large fee we offered to make sure we got the gig rather than a rival promoter”?
Bo Diddley RIP. “If you ain’t got no money, ain’t nobody calls you honey”
Hear that? That’s the sound of the latest batch of additions for the Electric Picnic coming to a computer screen near you this week.
Calm down at the back, there’s a new Damien Rice album on the way. Here’s the word from the horse’s mouth
On June 1st 2008, myself and my friends Ryan (images) & Mia (navigation) set off on a last-minute road trip from Dublin to Barcelona, squished into my little ol’ mini with a portable recording studio. The idea is to stop off along the way in random places where I have to write and record a new song every day, either in the mini or outdoors on a rock or something. 10 days = 10 songs = album Nuevo. We’ll update as we go… if we’re anywhere near an internet connection that is. We hope to arrive in Barcelona on June 10th, or at least in time to go see Radiohead play on June 12th and then fly home for the Leonard Cohen dates. Yay!
Wonder how many tons of C02 emissions you’d get on a car-trip from Ireland to Barcelona?
The moaniest rock’n'roll interviewees of the year? That would be Coldplay talking to Craig McLean in The Observer. Lads, lighten up. And enough with the make-your-own-clothes schtick. Take Mark E Smith’s advice, go to Primark.