In my youth, it was all about music.
At college I was that girl who trailed around after the boys who were in bands, spending hours making mix tapes on my ancient Sony sound system and hanging out in the music room ‘playing’ the drum kit badly with a set of drumsticks I carried around in my rucksack at all times, as if constantly waiting for Radiohead to call and summon me on tour.
Gigs were the coolest places to go on a date and had I not had a fleeting one week romance with Dave, my music technology groupie who promptly replaced me with a girl so skinny she made me reassess my weekly McDonald’s drive-through binges, I may not have discovered the genius of Portishead, to whom he bequeathed me his copy of Dummy.
Fast forward several years and I have most definitely lost my music cool– my iPod is still shuffling songs from a playlist I made in 1996 (and very good it is too).
Phoenix (who are a band of the now, ie, post-millennium) hold a close place to my heart because they are the soundtrack to my relationship with Mr B and more importantly, a band to which we both have a mutual admiration for. Mr B and I do not have the same musical tastes, let me add. He likes bippy, clunky, whizzy music in which no one sings more than three lyrics and I suspect the entire melody was created using a Casio keyboard demo– all very “in”. I like songs you can tra la la along to…
Phoenix have shifted from insider underground cool to becoming well-known enough to hear them pop up on major film soundtracks and more upsettingly for me, on the in-store radio at Topshop on Oxford Circus. Plus the lead singer is shacked up with Sophia Coppola, which throws the band into a whole new realm of Vanity Fair column inches.
When it comes to special gigs though, Phoneix have to top my bill. They may not be the most knock-your-socks-off-and-call-me-Mary band to watch live (that crown belongs to Muse) but Versailles Palace 2007 is one of those music moments I will remember forever.
Mr B and I travelled to Paree especially for this gig – not a bad excuse for a romantic weekend away for as a newly-coupled twosome.
They played in the grounds of Versailles Palace, in the middle of the lake, boating across to the stage as they opened with “Napoleon Says” from their “It’s Never Been Like That” album. It rained, but no-one cared. There was a constant Mexican wave on the go and then in an almighty crescendo to finish the set, the equipment blew-up into a smoky haze. What a night.
Between Russy (Best Male Pal) and Mr B, I’m still in the loop as to what the cool kids are listening to today but I think I’m past being on trend as I once was. I'm too stuck in my ways and lazy. I had to resort to Googling today’s number 1 at the time of writing this (Ellie Goulding, ok, bonus points, I have heard of her) but I’m ok with that – give me Michael Ball’s Radio 2 Sunday Show (that man knows how to make my kind of playlist) any day of the week and I’m happy. Timewarp, moi?....
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