Patti Smith

This evening, I went to a Patti Smith concert, which was very good. Unfortunately, most of the people I've told this to have responded with "who...?" So I feel that I should give a sort of explanation. She has been described as the "poet laureate of punk," and, if the term is applicable, or even possible, I would probably call what she plays "progressive punk," meaning that it has a bit of an art-house style to it, which makes it really interesting, and definitely worth listening to. If you really want to read more about her, just head on over to Wikipedia. And if you feel like giving her a listen...I most definitely won't illegally send you copies of it. No, not at all...

So now I get to describe the concert, and the circumstances which led to me being there. A friend of mine (who should be participating in the BMC, but whatever...) had an extra ticket, because he was going to go with his dad, who happened to to be in Norway at the time, which led to logistical problems...so I got the ticket. This was something of a surprise, and when offered the ticket, I confess, my first reaction was also "who...?" This resulted in my friend burning me a disc of some of her songs, so I would be ready when it came time to see the show, and was I ever...
We were down in the pit, right up close to the stage, which meant we were standing for the whole show, which was actually a lot of fun; meant jumping around and screaming a lot. That's not normally my cup of tea, but this concert was cool enough to make me enjoy it...or maybe I just secretly like jumping up and down screaming. Whatever the case may be, Patti Smith has gained a fan.
Oddly enough, the guitarist reminded me of Slartibartfast, but it's possible that that's just because all old men with hair like that remind me of him....

PLaATJ,
--Gazebo