![]() I said onstage that night that making and touring this album has set so much right inside me, I truly think it’s bought me decades in this bizzzzniz, can’t wait to show you what I mean. Looking back yesterday at some of your pictures from the show, sourced by the very dedicated and special twitter account Lorde_fix, I realised that you give me the opportunity to see myself in states of power, glory, grace, sides of myself I don’t think I’d be able to access or see as clearly if not for these nights together. Touring this record changed how I heard and saw the album - I wonder if you felt this too? - showed me that a work is constantly shifting and in progress, the definition changing all the time. I gasped and drew the microphone towards me, watched it slowly travel all the way back up the truss. ![]() In the next flash I followed the thread down to find a thick black spider, maybe an inch and a half long, two feet away from my eyes. I took my place for Royals and in the first flash of white light I saw a silk thread. We did the show for the last time looking over at one another and smiling, savouring all the last times we’d do things. At showtime the stars were clear and you could smell eucalyptus mixing with the smoke machine. ![]() I cried at soundcheck thanking the crew, overwhelmed by the love and care behind this group of people working so hard to get it right for me. We played at a beautiful grass and stone amphitheatre outside the city. The final show in Perth was an encapsulation of how special and right this tour has felt. At this stage in the piece I feel there are no casual fans, just people singing extremely loudly and clearly for 100+ minutes, and the commitment and generosity of this is not lost on me. You show up and you sing every word, and all of our voices is what we all hear. I’ve always felt that pop music is a collaboration between artist and audience, that a pop song isn’t truly finished until listeners add their voices to it, and I think the same goes for your participation in the show. I feel actual pride in myself, something that’s extremely hard for me to let myself feel, not just for completing it but for loving it, relaxing into it, feeling really open and free and not tight and fearful like tours past. Christmas is a tall wave and I haven’t bought anyone gifts.”Īlways amused by the drama of the past self! Had some lush swims between the storms, cooked a lot of fish, set off on the Aus/NZ tour feeling relaxed and unwound.Ī couple days ago, we played the last official sundial-and-eight-band-members show for Solar Power, the last of 70 shows in 20 countries (!!). I’m the t-shirts and underwear I hand-washed in so many hotel sinks. It sounds like how I feel these days, soft with some pain, the voice of someone who’s touched a lot of beautiful things. I wrote this, back then: “I’m playing this song my brother showed me, Mariella, over and over. Got off the plane in New Zealand and torpedoed straight into bed with a fevery cold, emerged a week later into the chaos of December, typically the start of the beautiful summer days here, instead that of several months of storms and humid rain. How have you been? Last time we spoke I was in South America, just about to turn twenty six, at the tail end of a big year of shows. Something died inside my laptop, and I’ve been putting off the repair for a few months (stubborn refusal to form a relationship with another bit of tech?), but the realisation that I was actively not doing my job due to not having one made me bite the bullet. Whoaaaaah it’s been a minute since I wrote.
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