Patrick Wolf: Pre-concert musings
Soon Elise and I are off to go see Patrick Wolf at Le Botanique and it got me to reminiscing about the first time we saw him live. This was approximately in Autumn/Winter 2005 and he was opening for CocoRosie at the Ancienne Belgique. Back then, he was no more than a slip of a boy dressed like a woodland dwelling Victorian street urchin and playing little Cornish folk songs, every so often hopping over a speaker or a cord like a twee gazelle. Ah, time flies by so fast. Last night, a stalker in Zurich (if you trust his hyperbolic "tweets" via Twitter) tried to strangle the young garcon. Sometimes not even magical vulture capes, music that gushes forth like so many streams of rainbow coloured jizz, and golden glittery fancy man pixie dust can keep the freaky deakies at bay. Let's hope the Brussels concert-goers are more civilised.