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Musical Interludes
Jul. 16th, 2005 10:43 pm1) Went to see Rammstein last night. It's the third time I've seen them live - more than any other band ever - and they remain just as astonishing in their power and showmanship. Considering they've been on the road for the better part of eight months and played most nights in that time...they show no sign of boredom or rote.
And the flamethrowers rock, too.
I went with a friend who'd never seen them before, and we got talking to a bunch of people in the crowd beforehand who didn't really know what to expect either.
As I knew what to expect, perhaps the biggest pleasure for me of the entire evening was watching the expressions of surprise and downright astonished joy on the faces of those around me seeing it for the first time.
2) Walking through central London today, on a whim I stepped into St Giles in the Fields, an 18th century church. It was deadly silent inside - the only people in the building were myself and a man quietly sitting at the piano reading sheet music. I sat contemplatively for a while before making my way around the building, reading the inscriptions on the mausolea and epitaphs. As I approached the piano, I realised the man had gone.
At no point during my visit had I not been between him and the exit, and I can't believe I could have missed the only other person in an open and airy building getting up and walking out past me.
I don't believe in ghosts. But I have to wonder if I saw one today.
3) In the mood for churches, I walked to St Martin's in the Fields off Trafalgar Square and ducked inside.
In the Square, thousands of Londoners displayed their flesh and disported themselves in the sun whilst the church itself had no more than a half dozen people inside, listening to the Belmont Ensemble giving an impromptu recitation of Vivaldi.
Whilst the city passed by in the hot sun outside, I sat in this old, cool, beautiful building listening with my eyes closed, and felt peaceful.
And the flamethrowers rock, too.
I went with a friend who'd never seen them before, and we got talking to a bunch of people in the crowd beforehand who didn't really know what to expect either.
As I knew what to expect, perhaps the biggest pleasure for me of the entire evening was watching the expressions of surprise and downright astonished joy on the faces of those around me seeing it for the first time.
2) Walking through central London today, on a whim I stepped into St Giles in the Fields, an 18th century church. It was deadly silent inside - the only people in the building were myself and a man quietly sitting at the piano reading sheet music. I sat contemplatively for a while before making my way around the building, reading the inscriptions on the mausolea and epitaphs. As I approached the piano, I realised the man had gone.
At no point during my visit had I not been between him and the exit, and I can't believe I could have missed the only other person in an open and airy building getting up and walking out past me.
I don't believe in ghosts. But I have to wonder if I saw one today.
3) In the mood for churches, I walked to St Martin's in the Fields off Trafalgar Square and ducked inside.
In the Square, thousands of Londoners displayed their flesh and disported themselves in the sun whilst the church itself had no more than a half dozen people inside, listening to the Belmont Ensemble giving an impromptu recitation of Vivaldi.
Whilst the city passed by in the hot sun outside, I sat in this old, cool, beautiful building listening with my eyes closed, and felt peaceful.
