Follow the Green Rabbit-Vienna for a Day

Londonlove

Tumblr and Pinterest are filled with the major inspirational quote of how Paris is always a good idea, which might even be the case, but I have come to the laboured conclusion that London is just better. Or it’s maybe the English major speaking in me, who when faced with Trafalgar square for the first time went: well I know this place- cause every corner of it popped up in one of my textbooks at some point. Or maybe the wisdom of really not giving a damn about the weather anymore- it rains, so what, give me some Tower Bridge in the doom and gloom. Or maybe it’s the beer- it does cost a fortune, but who cares, when some of it does taste like liquid gold (Paris really gets blown out of the water on this one). And maybe it’s the concerts, illustrated below with, sadness beyond all sadness, mobile phone footage of The Horrors- those mean hearted people at the Troxy sent my camera in exile. And I will give in here and admit that there is a special charm in just focusing on the music and not your angles- or I just got all exalted because it was The Horrors. In London. The best of ideas.

Book Diary #11: PD James-Death in Holy Orders

All our lives are as insignificant as a single grain of sand. My mind felt emptied, even of sadness. Instead, gazing out to the sea, accepting that in the end nothing really matters and that all we have is the present moment to endure or enjoy, I felt at peace.

Trentemøller@Akvárium

In retrospect, it is a real pity that I did not manage to sneak in a shot of First Hate, whose singer looks like a first level IT support helpdesk agent whose body has been inhabited by the ghost of Ian Curtis, voice, moves and all.

The real business started in a very Scandinavian manner at 9:20 sharp, and lasted for another sharpish 90 minutes, which is of course quite brilliant for a club concert. The danger with electro wizards is that they come off as borderline- or straightforward- bland in live shows, for you can’t be all brimming with life and excitement in front of a Mac. The Mac wizardry itself basically undermines the concept of live show- so it’s wonderful of Trentemøller that he comes with a full band of four magnificent guitars, a drummer and himself with the little gadgets. The performance comes through as utterly entertaining and confident, with the crowd responding well to both the faster and the slower tracks. At this pace, this autumn club season will definitely be a blast.