I can’t be bothered doing my own stuff tonight. I think these images sum everything at the moment…
Sweetest thing ever… Chivalry is dead
So a few weeks ago (an eternity in blogger time) I dragged a friend of mine to The Ed to see my local obsession Lady Strangelove, a first for him but I was already privy to the wonder of this band. Having heard them months ago on an island in the sun at the Kangaroo Island music festival for the first time, I was drawn to the stage by the psychedelic sounds of what sounded like the reincarnation of early Santana, funky electro and Led Zeppelin. In my high-on-life state, drawn like children to the pied piper me and my girls gravitated to the front and stood there slack-jawed, transported to a time where music made you feel something; turned you on, made you feel like you could melt away, kiss the person next to you, change the world and be free as a bird. Next came me posting about this life-changing experience, Facebook friending the band, Fox the drummer F-Friending me and the countdown for the next time they were performing in Adelaide.
I have a partner in crime my close friend, P.A (if organisers ask) and fellow gig groupie/bandAid who I drag along to as many gigs as I can courtesy of my reviewer’s pass + 1. But this time it was on me, because I was not missing out on exposing fresh ears to a musical eclipse and I wanted to see if they were really THAT good or it was the potent mix of booze, high-life and good times festival vibe. First was support act URTEKK.. by the way guess which ONE photo was Photoshopped..
Being stone cold sober the only thing I remember about URTEKK was that they were pretty good.. which doesn’t mean that they were average because I have a vague recollection of Stasi the vocalist being quite mesmerizing it’s just that I was so excited to see Lady Strangelove that I blocked out a lot…
..the verdict = they were freaking awesome. My friend who normally boogies and grooves to every gig we go to was just standing there in awe. The freaky, trippy projections on the wall and the psychedelic lighting all added to the mood and even though the crowd wasn’t big it was just the way I like it.
It’s really weird meeting someone officially after you have chatted through Facebook and already blogged about how amazing they are, I get really shy and slightly starstruck. And I’m the first person to say I don’t understand how people can go ga-ga over celebrities but musicians, and really talented ones that I admire I go all ‘Pamela de Barres’. So it was really cool to have Fox come over like we were old friends and give me a big hug and say thanks for the support.. (I may have fainted ever so slightly).. chatting with me and my bandAid I just had to ask.. “So if the world was going to end in 15 minutes, what three songs would you want to listen to?” .. (those who follow my interviews for The Mouth will understand this question) but I lost the piece of paper that I wrote his answers down on but I remember one of them being ‘Hearts A Mess’ by Gotye because I love that song as well but funny enough he messaged me on Facebook a couple of days later, having truly given my question some serious thought and ”I have been thinking about my “gonna die in fifteen minutes” song choice. I think that I’d like to make a change! I would like to choose one song only… Claire Delune by the composer Debussy”
So another two hugs later, I’m floating home after a great gig, talking about the night and smelling of another man’s sweat.. success
GROUPLOVE have ruined me. For the rest of the year I am going to find it very, very hard to find another band that has rocked my socks off as much as they did last Wednesday at The Gov. They are so great that even my severely mainstream younger brother who has the likes of LMFAO on his Ipod and never goes to any gig with less than 2000 people in the audience was head banging, jumping, screaming and singing at the top of his lungs. It. Was. Awesome. I will look back fondly on this day, as a great moment of brotherly-sister bonding and a moment unlike no other. Kind-of like when I took him clubbing illegally for the first time at the tender age of 17, it was a friends 21st and we were all going out after and I wanted him to come. With his poorly styled haircut, baby face and no facial hair it was not going to be easy but one borrowed American street-cap later, club promoters & MC’s as friends and a large group of over 21′s with expired licenses and no ID’s, destiny met fate and he was in, hands in the air, to the window to the wall and booty, booty, booty, booty rocking everywhere. That was the last great memory (before last week) of being with my brother, both of us letting loose, having a great time and most importantly opening his eyes to a new exciting world. This time the world was the; seeing-a-band-before-they-hit-complete-mainstream, in a fantastic intimate setting, the smell of sweat, moshing, both the audience and the band feeding off each others energy and transcending spiritually, mentally and musically…
The Head and the Heart kicked off the night…
…GROUPLOVE came on the stage like a boxer to a ring to the sound of Kanye & Jay-Z’s ‘Monster’..
…A flurry of golden hair, fluffy cardigans, ripped blazer and inside out black flag tee, flaming hair, pearly whites, florals, crowd surfing, fairy lights, glowing drumsticks, wolf howling, screaming, singing, dancing, jumping and a mind-blowing performance. I came away even more in love with the band then before, I now know what it is like to be a cliché groupie/bandaid/fan of the 60′s and 70′s if I had the holiday time from work I would have definitely travelled round Australia going to every gig of this ‘Never Trust A Happy Song’ tour. Like I said I’m ruined now, it’s going to be very, very hard to beat for the rest of the year. =D
Raunchy, controversial, exciting.. ..
This is a shoot for Tom Ford by Carine Roitfeld, enhanced lighting to accentuate the wrinkles NO Photoshop and uses senior citizens to sell sex instead of prepubescents. Does it offend you? Are you repulsed?.. don’t judge.. this will soon be you, and that day is definitely going to come no matter how much you moisturise, suck, tuck, trim, slice, add-on and take-off. Deal with it, embrace it, love it.. sex isn’t just for the young, desire knows no boundaries and your libido isn’t going to just switch off the moment you’re over 50..
“For me, I believe this shoot is expressing that beauty shouldn’t be perceived in such a small scope, that sexuality isn’t just for the young and pretty and again it is a comment on the fantasy constructed around fashion to sell. I love that the images show wrinkles and accentuate the textures of the models skin. It’s about reality.” ~ Carine Roitfeld