The first time I heard a song by Manu Chao my head nearly exploded. I can hardly explain the feeling; it's like a surge, and you don't know what to hold on to, and your skin is on fire, and you want to come undone and the sky could be falling on you and you don't care.
I saw this show a couple years back. Without a doubt one of the best shows I have been to. The air was sweltering hot, electric. From afar this must have looked like a cult worship. First, the rhythm hits you. It's so fucking sexy, so contagious, I can't remember anyone standing still. Then that rush of energy. He takes you back, injects you one more time and finishes off what's left of you with that guitar solo. By the end you're tame as a puppy.
It's easy to lose a little faith any day, but, when I listen to music this good I think we are downright blessed. Makes me a gooey, tree-huggin', babby-kissin' fool that understands religion, believes in altruism, heroes, the flying spaguetti monster and forgets all about the damage.
Love is seriously blind. And batshit crazy.
The first time you played me Manu Chao, I attributed the magificence of the song to you. It was everything I associated with you: sultry, inspiring, vastly different, exotic.
ReplyDeleteNow I listen to this music all the time, especially on the endless, lonesome highway miles between homes. It makes me feel alive and reminds me of when I was the most. I can only agree with your depiction of it... and wish I was at that concert.
I look forward to your blog. Miss you.
you should write more. Some more stuff like this perhaps?
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