Originally posted by Atom Man:
You could have flown over to Melbourne or Sydney.
And a journey to Sydney for Tiny Colour Movies, dear sir, was my intention. Melbourne first preference but timing was problematic.
...Grand plan subverted by severe cruelty on the part of the plague which decided after using me as a host to force me to lose my voice. I was still very tempted to fly up -- but thought doing so might not be prudent considering I couldn't communicate beyond a pained rasp. Not being able to breathe wasn't so good, either. Believe me - it was bad. Not much could have kept me away!
Originally posted by Atom Man:
Yes, my comments were really an observation about the Sydney audience.
Out of curiousity, can you give me your impression of the Adelaide show and the audience?
The audience: Total number: in the mid 30's or thereabouts; a few flying solo; approximately four humans of the female typology excluding staff which curiously tallies with your observations of the Sydney set; majority in the 40's age range from the glances I cast about when I turned up sometime after 9pm.
Impression: Personally: initial resentment that Adelaide was making such a poor showing of itself (a common gripe of mine and one of my primary grievances with the people in this city); further resentment that there was nothing I wanted to drink at the bar so I reverted to cheap gin. Resentment quickly dissipating as...
Holistically: Absolute enthusiasm on the part of pretty much everyone there - infectious, intense, quite incredible - it felt like the crowd was bigger than it was by far - some kind of strange amplification, shadows coming out of the wings.
I haven't been to a live show in years (no comparison is springing to mind even on that time scale) that had this sort of feeling to it - I've spoken to others who have expressed the same general sentiment.
Stunning, haunting, beautiful and powerful vocalisation - I've known so many artists to cut evenings short and put on a desultory performance when the turnout is poor, but the show was blinding: I expected good things of Foxx/Gordon but this went far, far beyond that. Even to the point of redeeming my faith in contemporary live electronic music: which to those who know me is almost like confessing to a religious conversion.