David Bowie has always been there – as far back as I remember knowing about music, I remember knowing about Bowie.
I didn’t always know his music but was very familiar with his image. I have vivid memories of his face on the cover of magazines wearing white makeup and with orange, spiky hair. Or was it blonde hair with a wavy fringe and just a hint of makeup?
I listen almost exclusively to the Foo Fighters when I run. The thumping pace of their rockier tracks are a perfect accompaniment for pounding the pavement.
And the harder and louder Dave Grohl and the boys rock out, the faster I run!
Interestingly, in addition to getting your heart thumping and feet moving, many Foo Fighters song titles can actually be applied to running, as you can see below (Each song is linked with its Spotify URL): (more…)
Having seen Opshop a few times live before, I was not expecting much of an aural assault when catching the band at The Kingslander as part of their Hits & Giggles tour with comedian Brendhan Lovegrove – after all they’re not among loudest bands out there.
But cramming up close to the stage in the confines on The Kingslander, not exactly the roomiest gig venue in town, below a towering set of rather large speakers, it was clear that things could get a little rowdy in here.
And from the opening salvo of their set, it was clear that Opshop was in a raucous mood and hell-bent on turning out a bone rattling, and almost riotous, performance.
There are three things you need to know about a Foo Fighters concert – it’ll kick off with All My Life, end with Everlong and in between you’ll be taken on a full-throttled thrill ride of some of the most kick-ass rock ’n’ roll this side of 1991.
The Foo Fighters concert last December in Auckland was the fourth time I’ve seen the band live, and the second in a year. I was among the very lucky 2000 or so who managed to get tickets for their Canterbury Earthquake Relief Concert at the Auckland Town Hall in March 2011.
Lucky not only because seeing such a great act in such an intimate setting is truly a rare privilege, but also because they treated us to a live rendition of their entire new album, Wasting Light – weeks before it was even released.
Not that I ever actually watch it, but catching the last few scenes of Grey’s Anatomy this week, I was struck by a hauntingly familiar song playing over the usual overly sentimental closing sequence.
The lyrics and melody both stirred vague memories, but I just couldn’t place either the song or singer.
But, anyway 