Dimmer and Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
I went to Bonnie 'Prince' Billy on Sunday evening, again at Indigo. It was totally sold out, packed to the gills in spite of the cold and rainy weather. I'd never heard Will Oldham apart from a few minutes in the car on the way there, so I was totally mesmerised by the performance. Lovely. I was mostly captivated by the woman playing accordion. Dressed in a striped summer dress and striped socks, she appeared like a child, and had a beautiful vocal style, reminded me a little of whatsherface from the Cranberries. In one early song there was a part where she and Will howled like dogs. Came across better than I make it sound! The crowd sang her happy birthday too. In-between-song-banter seemed to consist of moronic individuals seeking enlightenment as to the question, "How was your flight?" I suppose I just wanted to hear him tell us how great New Zealand is. Ho-hum!
I finished the Coupland book I was reading: "Hey Nostradamus!". It was pretty sobering. About loneliness, disappearing friends, loneliness, questioned faith, loneliness, living and dying alone, more loneliness - no wonder I felt a bit melancholy on Sunday. I've started to re-read Douglas Adams' "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" for some light relief.