Day 472 | Limestone Creek: what? more shooting?
107 km | zzOz total: 14,806 km
An Ocean of Noise.
With the temperatures getting up there, way up, I feel it’s OK to distract myself by listening to the full back catalogue of Arcade Fire on my iPod, music that seems to cut through while pedals whirr.
I stumbled across free juice at Dajarra last night and with only one night before my back to Boulia experience I’m not constrained by rationing electron usage.
It’s occasionally deep, My Body is a Cage, “I’m living in an age that calls darkness light”, or, In the Backseat, singing, more or less, that in childhood you can avoid responsibility but as you become an adult you realise “I’ve been learning to drive/(die) all my life.” I like these parallel lyrics, fear/feel, etc, which the Fire produce to switch the emphasis to something more profound, or not, they are well capable of the truly goofy.
They are a cheery bunch, the antithesis of the standard posing rock troupe, polite, interesting, no tats, the drummer doesn’t count, a huge range of instruments that they swap around but most of all, call me old fashioned, they have terrific tunes, big melodies, a building sound, bigtime energy and basically a huge stage presence. Any of the concerts in 2011, or 2012, on Youtube can give the flavour, Month of May shows a bit of dynamism.
I feel quite happy with a singalong, not caring if I scare the occasional cow.
But then I don’t expect everyone to like my taste in music, some people just can’t seem to appreciate anything created after 1981, I’m not going to try to enforce happiness on others.