Saturday, June 4, 2011
Happiness is a warm gun
Last night, I went to watch The Observatory, a local alt-rock band, do covers of songs from the Beatles' White Album at the Festival Village, Esplanade Park. My favourite songs had to be ' Blackbird', ' Dear Prudence', ' I'm so tired', and ' While my guitar gently weeps'. The Observatory's take on the songs was probably twice as edgy as the original but their versions worked surprisingly well. The entire experience was really intense (but in a good way), almost religiously cathartic even.
A feeling of pure, unadulterated joy swept over me as the band continued to expertly weave a dizzying tapestry of music. At the end of a 45 minute set, they built up towards a blitzkrieg of sound, surging towards a frenzied crescendo, everything colliding into a perfect whole, imploding the senses, till waves of sound poured into my head, into my skin, over and over... Heartbeat accelerating, every atom of my body humming, nerve ends tingling with the sheer euphoria of listening to Beatles music being played live, I remember wanting so much to wrap that sensation around myself, to be surrounded by the wide expanse of inky black sky and grass and sharing that wonderful and intimate experience with total strangers, to remain in the here and now, feeling so much with every fibre of my being, thinking how amazing it was to be alive right then.