Reviewing the past

Reviewing the past

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I utilize the terms “foreign” and” travel” loosely on this blog site, to describe anything unusual and unknown on the one hand, and any journey– physical or psychological– on the other. This post has to do with psychic time travel, through music.

As is my custom (in the United States a minimum of), I went to a Stars program by myself recently. The very first time I saw them live was around twenty years earlier, when they were simply beginning and played in the basement of my university chapel. I do not believe I was alone that time however I can’t remember who I was with … All I keep in mind was that I went on the recommendations of my little sis, I was blown away, and when I faced the singer/guitarist Amy Millan in the restroom I gushed to her about her angelic voice and incredible dance relocations.

In 2002 I was 22 years of ages and I had actually simply transferred to Los Angeles. I saw that Stars was dipping into the Knitting Factory in Hollywood. I had no buddies to choose me, so I went alone. I had actually just recently gone to my very first film by myself, which felt truly uncomfortable in the beginning and truly liberating by the end, and I figured this would be comparable. It was not. I felt truly uncomfortable the entire time. However still I was delighted I went, and in the times I have actually seen Stars ever since I have actually usually picked to go alone. It appears fitting for music that is thematically everything about privacy, fond memories, yearning, and bittersweet loss.

At the program recently I considered all of the various me’s I have actually been each time I have actually seen Stars live (which is a lot of times to count), consisting of the me I was when I flew on an impulse to see them play in Paris, not by myself this time, however entering my own in such a way that made me feel really particular.

In some cases you’re communicating the past so hard that it’s virtually running along with today, which’s how I felt at the program– awash in my numerous ages. The words of the tunes and Torquil Campbell’s constantly flamboyant commentary kept uncannily echoing the sensations all those memories stimulated.

At one point he informed the audience, “Put your fists up for your ghosts. They’re on the visitor list. Bring ´ em along,” and I simply believed, Yup.

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These musings are apropos of absolutely nothing; it’s simply that I have actually blogged about Stars a couple of times here and I discover it intriguing how they’re constantly weaving in and out of my own individual zeitgeist.