Blonde Redhead forces you to evolve with them as they vary their set lists and refuse to play the same old songs over and over. At so many shows it seems as though the bands play new material half-heartedly as they know that the early stuff is better, and that’s all the crowd wants to hear anyway. BR give the new songs reverence and time, even playing one as an encore, and they are deserving; the new album, Barragán, is the best one since 2004′s Misery is a Butterfly.
I took a break from working at St. Oberholz in Mitte and walked around snapping away with my cheap French mobile, enjoying the sunset and poking into art galleries.
You just can’t make this stuff up.
Also, this is talktalk’s 100th post!
If there’s one thing to be learned from Friedrichshain, it’s that hey, it’s okay to be a little rough around the edges.
In the meantime, the blog continues here.
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Hi there! This blog is temporarily on hold while I move and re-settle my life in Europe where I’m taking a bit of a working sabbatical from my Canadian perspective.
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