shows
Patti at the Met
I am very far behind in my blogging, but for now, read John Rockwell’s take on Patti’s solo show at the Met in honor of All Saint’s Day.
they shifted the statues for harboring ghosts
Last night, Michael Stipe commented at the conclusion of “Harborcoat” that he’d never realized how influenced they had been by the English Beat. The aural connection was obvious as soon as he said it, and knowing that R.E.M. went on that endless tour supporting the English Beat (remembering a tinny echoey night suffering at the Nassau Coliseum, for some reason the only one of those performances I witnessed) made it spot on. OF course, the fact that I knew this made me feel old. The fact that I was one of 12 people in the first 10 rows jumping up and down when the intro was played made me feel old. The fact that I was getting knowing smirks while I danced in the aisle made me feel old (and the smirks were coming from old people. I can’t figure if the smirks were because they wished they could dance in the aisle or if it was, ‘look, old person trying to act like she did in 1984′). It was high-fiving with total strangers across the aisle. It was missing absent friends.
tomorrow is the best day.
Pitchers and catchers report, and the Gutter Twins start their tour right downtown.
