Went to what was one of the greatest gigs I’ve ever attended tonight. Damien Rice has long accompanied me as the soundtrack to some of those poignant events in life. He’s been there when falling in love and when love has left. Tonight, was the first time I’d seen him live, and the memory still resonates.
On a balmy evening we headed for the Palais in St Kilda. The old theatre was charming, and smelt like an old piano. He came on stage, and was electric from the first moment. What seemed powerful and ethereal on record was gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking in real life. He was accompanied by Lisa Hannigan, who was willowy, demure and has *the* most incredible voice.
Home now, but I think I’ll dig out some of those old albums tomorrow and try and live this evening over.
Went to St Kilda festival over the weekend, this was my first opportunity to experience this famous event (it was cancelled last year, I think due to the Commonwealth Games). In the morning it seemed like the Gods had frowned upon us, with some early rain and grey clouds. However, by lunch time the sun was out again, and the crowds started milling into the area.
The festival itself had so much going on, with areas set aside for bands, rides and my personal favourite, extreme games. We checked out the skateboarding, wakeboarding and BMX events, which were fabulous. As the day work on, the wind picked up, and we got fatigued by the ever increasing mass of people. So, we went back to my place, and opened up a few beers. Loads of friends were passing through and called in, before we knew it we had a mini gathering on our hands!
It was a really great day, and the vibe in the area was amazing. Melbourne truly is a place that lives on events such as these. Barely a weekend goes by without some event happening in the city. Next up the Grand Prix….
Check out my pictures of the day.