Now about that concert…
I’ve been kinda maybe sorta a little in love with José González since his stint on Zero 7’s The Garden. (And I’ve loved Zero 7 since Simple Things, but that’s another post). When serendipity struck and I won two tickets to his concert at St. Andrews-Wesley, I did a spontaneous happy dance in my kitchen.
Yeah, really.
See, in my opinion, there are three kinds of music – the kind you don’t like, the type that you play every once in a while and somewhat enjoy, but which never really blends into your life, and the kind that belongs in your life’s soundtrack and which you naturally reach for. Zero 7 quickly fell into the latter category, and the first time I heard José’s In Our Nature I knew his music belonged there too; it blended wonderfully with the constant patter of rain, the rustle of pages turning, and the gentle snore from the cat atop her tuffet. It also made great ‘driving to Deep Cove” music, and “if I were to bake something what would it be?” music. (The only thing it didn’t seem to go well with was our regular bout of bickering, but nothing short of the 1812 overture would do that justice…)
And really, that’s where I’d expect this story to end.
But then came the concert, and a whole new reason to rhapsodize. I blame it on the venue. Despite hearing how amazing Sigur Rós had been when they performed there, I thought a church was an odd place to be holding a concert. What I didn’t consider (and should’ve) is that a church would naturally need good acoustics — how else do you get the word to the bodies seated in the last pew? St. Andrews-Wesley had amazing acoustics, buoyed by an excellent sound system and atmosphere. If you get a chance, I highly recommend checking out a concert there – it’s such a pared down environment you can wallow in the sound as much as you’d like.
