you must come, come to joy

Oct 02, 2007 02:22

I've got class at 8:50 am, but fuck academics. I need to write this down now.

Bishi, intricate outfit and all, opened for Patrick. She described her musical influences as English folk, Indian classical music, and disco. Which is rather appropriate, really. Some of those beats just absolutely threatened to bring the whole venue down -- awesome, y/y?



Yes, awesome. She played, among other songs, "Three Ravens," "Nights at the Circus," and "Never Seen Your Face." The latter is the first single from her new album, and I would love it if I could get a hand on it. It isn't everyday that you find an artist synthesising folk music with an electric sitar.

Then there was Patrick.



I've always known Patrick to be a fantastic musician. What I didn't quite realise is that he is an equally competent performer. Granted, my experience with live music isn't extensive, but I'd never seen such an individual exhibit such passion for his art -- and, of course, at the end of every song, he would mumble a word of thanks into the microphone, smiling slightly, and I would continue dying of general joy.





The set list was as follows:

Wind In The Wires
Overture
Teignmouth
Shadowsea
Bluebells
London
Paris
To The Lighthouse
Pigeon Song
Jacobs Ladder
Tristan
Accident & Emergency
The Libertine
Magpie (with Bishi)
The Stars (extended)
Barghest (encore)

There were some utterly fabulous performances -- "Overture" never fails to make me happy, and he even managed to turn "Shadowsea" into poignant little piece. "Bluebells" live is, the way I see it, much better than the album version. "Tristan," "Accident & Emergency," and "The Libertine" made standing right near the speakers incredibly exciting, if slightly traumatising for my ears. "The Stars" was nothing short of heavenly, and the song he played for the encore, "Barghest, is from his upcoming album.



Yes, it kicked ass.



I was surprised to find the set list to be so Lycanthropy-heavy. I had expected more from The Magic Position, but he didn't even play the title track from that album. Not that I mind so much, because hearing "Paris" played live? Oh goodness, I do not think my heart will ever recover. It's such a transcendental track; every time I listen to, all I can do is surrender wholly to its violin strains and wicked electronic beats. And the lyrics: you must come come to joy turn your head to the sun it's down to you. ♥



This, flist, is for you. My digital camera almost died trying to obtain it, but not even technological failure could stop me from taping the entirety of this song. Well, maybe it could.


Signing off, V.M. Bell

insert squee here, music, photography

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