Cheesy but idealist lyrics, with rather macabre imagery flashing on a projector screen. An adorable lead singer who shakes his hips uninhibited and wears Make Poverty History and cystic fibrosis awareness bracelets. Seriously, what else could be heaven on a rainy Monday night?
Quote of the evening: "This is truly All Ages!" (Fans 16 to 60 rocked out to songs from Hopes and Fears). I had one brief moment of panic, however, when the youth group teeny boppers behind me decided to sing praise and worship songs before the opening band came on. It occurred to me that Keane's songs are vague enough and have enough of a redemptive undertone to get them onto a youth pastor's recommendation list. But then the band took the stage, and Tom Chaplin really likes to say the word "fucking" (though more in the Bono sense, as an adjective). So no worries about a Brio endorsement!
"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Somewhere Only We Know
So I'm 3 for 3 for Keane's Seattle appearances, the latest being last night.
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