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dead can dance
Oct. 6th, 2005 09:48 amit's hard to collect words to describe the experience of seeing DCD last night. I'm not sure I can ever listen to them on disc again (though happily I ordered the recording of the show, so I will in fact eventually listen to them on disc again--but that might be the only recording I could bear, I don't know).
Two things were in my mind throughout the show. One was how difficult it was to keep my belly dancing bottom seated in its chair. It was an exercise in micromovement. The other was how aging has suited the band--it felt like they had become mature enough to fully express the material that they created when younger, and it made me feel better about aging myself to see the strength in added years, like an oak tree that grows more massive and majestic with each passing year. I saw grey hair as not a sign of decay or failing but as a mantle of honor. They are our druids.
Well, my happy reverie of reverence has been thoroughly disrupted by work things, so I'll stop. I am disgruntled. Today will be a long day; I stayed up to watch Lost when I got home from the show, and I forgot to bring my earplugs with me last night--although it wasn't a hugely loud concert, there were a lot of the kinds of low tones that trigger the flinching thing in my right ear. But I bought a currant scone at Quebrada to make the morning a little brighter and did some quick yoga when I arrived at work, and somehow I'll make it through the day...
Two things were in my mind throughout the show. One was how difficult it was to keep my belly dancing bottom seated in its chair. It was an exercise in micromovement. The other was how aging has suited the band--it felt like they had become mature enough to fully express the material that they created when younger, and it made me feel better about aging myself to see the strength in added years, like an oak tree that grows more massive and majestic with each passing year. I saw grey hair as not a sign of decay or failing but as a mantle of honor. They are our druids.
Well, my happy reverie of reverence has been thoroughly disrupted by work things, so I'll stop. I am disgruntled. Today will be a long day; I stayed up to watch Lost when I got home from the show, and I forgot to bring my earplugs with me last night--although it wasn't a hugely loud concert, there were a lot of the kinds of low tones that trigger the flinching thing in my right ear. But I bought a currant scone at Quebrada to make the morning a little brighter and did some quick yoga when I arrived at work, and somehow I'll make it through the day...
