“We got just one shot of life, lets take it while were still not afraid.”
I’ve made a new mash up for you: “Fast Hearts (Be Free Tonight)“
Etienne De Crécy’s “Fast Track” with Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Cheated Hearts”.
D/L from this little site.
(I had tried to work some “Young Turks” (Rod Stewart) into it but sadly it sounded better in my head than in reality. Still deserves a honorable mentioning in the title cause it’s such a wonderful song.)
Today is a nice day cause I’ve almost gotten rid of that stupid cold (How many times can you get a cold in one year? This sucks.) but still was hanging around lazily enough to stumble upon nice things: I’ve listened to Jarvis Cocker reading an Icelandic folk tale in his Jarvpod on myspace, and I’ve listened to Akira The Don’s radio show which was followed by a Kurt Vonnegut story. Oh, and today two people played stuff made by me in their radio shows: Akira played “Powdered Balls” with some Jim Steinman mixed in and Grant McSleazy played the “Fast Hearts” mix on XFM Scotland. Thanks to both of you. :)
A little recap: Urte’s farewell party Friday last week was nice and pretty familiar. She and Jessie made an excellent vegan buffet, the guests brought excellent gifts and Seppo Defect and I spun excellent goodbye tunes. I think my favourite moment was Seppo & Urte waltzing to Andrea Bocelli’s “Time To Say Goodbye”. So sad. Oh my. No more Schnitzelwednesday with Urte. Take care on your little yellow Klapp-Bike in big evil Berlin city, princess!
The day after that we, the Sophisticated Boom Boom crew, and Karoshi Club djed at the ‘Do The Bambi’ aftershow party of the Stereo Total concert. I didn’t go to the show cause I was pretty busy that day but heard that it rained and the whole audience was given free raincoats and that the band played two hours with lots of encores. Sounds fun. Mucho fun was had at our party too. People came and started dancing very early and it was pretty crowded. The Trentemöller Remix of “We Share Our Mothers Health” is stupidly infectuous. It was fun to take turns with the Karoshi Club guys. More time to chat than if you dj the whole night through but also more time to drink. At the end I think René and me were a bit too tipsy and we grumbled against each other like two dumb yorkshire terriers. That wasn’t very nice. Now he’s in Madrid on holiday and has a nice time and I’ve been home all week with another bad cold and too much time on my hands and feeling sorry. Tsk.
Then we had the TV On The Radio show on Monday. Very nice guys. Seppo and I made breakfast for them as they arrived early, then we helped getting the PA upstairs. Luckily most stuff fitted in the elevator and only the monster of a mixing desk had to be carried. That’s worth mentioning cause I’ve never carried something so heavy: Seven people helped and still each of us was out of breath after the first few steps. The afternoon passed quickly with all the little things that accompany such a show, from cleaning up messes other’s had left, caring for the tickets, cash boxes and whatever, to buying keyboardstands with Mitch, their tour manager, cause they had accidently left and lost theirs on the gig the night before.
Mitch made me a bit sad cause I had to ask back every other sentence we talked and I hoped he was from some region of the UK where the accent is a bit weird he told me he really was from London. My English has gone to the dogs. Arrgh. Time for a holiday over there. I have to start saving.
The soundcheck took longer than we had expected and there were already lots of people waiting at the door when Sexo Y Droga, who played first (but whom I sadly couldn’t watch cause I still was busy) were done. I was happy that we had almost 470 guests that night cause the show was a bit expensive and it had been a bit risky to put it up.
TV On The Radio played a wonderful show. Catchy, energetic and deeply soulful. I love how the melancholy of their melodies always seems to carry a hint of cynism. It had come to my mind that “Playhouses” might well replace Arcade Fire’s “Rebellion (Lies)” as follow up hymn for the indie crowd but it nicely differs from it as it doesn’t have that ‘church congress feel’ as a friend of mine once has tagged it. TV On The Radio have so many parallel things going on to add to that one unique unpretentious sound, it’s amazing. And the vocals are simply awesome. It has been quite a while that a band touched me that much.
It was a special show for one other reason: Tine Plesch, a good friend and mentor of many of us, died two years ago. At her funeral, at the open grave her brother played “Staring At The Sun”. It was the last song TV On The Radio played on this show and I was glad that they played it a bit more rocking than on the album cause I’ve already had the tears up in my eyes when I heard the first notes. It was a great evening. People seemed to stay a bit longer than usually after the show. The band seemed to be happy too and chatted with people until late. I felt so ‘there’ that night. Brimfull of emotion. You know that feeling? When things kind of tighten up? Most of the time you just keep on living and in some precious moments you are simply so there, with the right people, the right music, everything runs in the right speed, people seem to be fine tuned to each other. Rare but nice. Do I sound like hippie again? Fuck it.