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Posts Tagged: concerts


Posts Tagged ‘concerts’

Sunday, June 29th, 2014

Concert photography dude, I want your job!

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Well, not as a full-time job, as I really quite like mine, but I would definitely be interested in a, IDK, kind of part-time weekend work practical thingy where one gets to take photographs at concerts with proper cameras, instead of with a tiny wee little iPhone camera. :-)

Monday, October 21st, 2013

Le numéro quatorze

Le numéro quatorze

Monday, October 14th, 2013

Indochine à Amnéville

Indochine à Amnéville

Saturday, February 23rd, 2013

Indochine à Montbéliard

Indochine á Montbéliard

Or: Help, the giant glowballs are coming for me!

People used to clap, now they take pixelly photos (of people taking [better] photos) instead.

Aaand those are pretty much all the photos I have from the concert, as I actually didn’t want to spend my time taking photos with my telephone :-). Sleep now. Zzzz.

Tuesday, October 18th, 2011

Be a joyrider!

Roxette Concert, 16. Oct. 2011

Photo taken with my telephone, because cameras were not allowed. See the flash in the photo for a less rules abiding (chicken?) citizen than I… .

Monday, September 26th, 2011

Reinhard Mey concert

Yesterday I took the train down to Hamburg (and back again) to go see Reinhard Mey in concert. Met up with A and her friend U for a bit before the concert (we sat in very different parts of the hall) and also shared some of the train journey back. Meeting up with them was very nice.

The concert itself was good, too – a lot of songs I did not know (I am not up to date with his current releases), and the usual mix of very funny, very contemplative and sad, rather solidly weighted towards the contemplative and sad. Of his new and contemplative/sad songs a long ballad about trains stands out most in my recollections, and there were some rather the-beautiful-horrible-pain songs about various people who are nice/kind but not recognized for it, or who are broken/breaking without anyone recognizing it/the potted plant at the doctor’s office as a symbol for pain. They were all very nice songs, don’t get me wrong, but they were … a tad too heartfelt-y languishing in their collective amassedness. There’re only so many weltschmerz songs you can take one right after the other and still apprechiate the brilliance of each one.

Brief flashes of fresh air were provided by some funny songs he did, including a brilliant list song of the jobs he has at home, a somewhat contrived (I felt) song about men in hardware stores, and a nice song in the encore about a fictitious music police that you can call when somewhere around you horrible music  is being played (restaurants, elevators,…).

This wasn’t the first of his concerts that I’ve been to, and its the one I liked the least, I am sorry to say – but then that might also be me and the general grouchiness I have settled into during these last months of continual writing. It’s hard to enjoy things properly when part of your brain keeps telling you that you could be working/ought to be working right now. I know break times are important, but somehow it doesn’t feel like it when you’re behind schedule and there’s so much work and writing and thinking to be done.  And on that note, back to work.