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Each track has been adroitly crafted and within them is a sense of natural space and warmth resulting in a very mellow sonorous sound.'įunprox: 'Untill recently I associated the combination Sweden and music either with bubblegum pop, nasty noise or darkest ambient.

It's a Trap: 'This is where our hearts collide' is crammed with marvellous songs that have a hint of Will Oldham over them, but they're more indie than alt.country, and with my admiration for Will Oldham subduing a bit lately, Amandine give me those melancholy feelings that you so insanely cherish.'įunky Mofo: `This Is Where Our Hearts Collide' is a beautifully produced album. If you are skeptical, check out these reviews: I highly recommend this album for fans of melancholic ballads and elegant, low-key Americana (as interpreted by a Swedish four-piece, in this case). Get to Know AmandineĪmandine's debut album This is Where Our Hearts Collide (Out October 18 on FatCat records) has recently found a choice spot in my late night listening pile, right next to Doveman and the new Sigur Ros. Check out the following jasminlive photo and see if you can spot the celebs. Neeson's beautiful wife Natasha Richardson was also in house, as was Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington, and Chelsea Clinton. That would be Ralph Fiennes getting the Liam love. He walked to the back of the pit and gave another man a rib-cracking bear hug. Next I noticed a very tall man wearing a newsboy hat. First I spotted Denis Leary and his family. About five minutes before U2 hit the stage, the A-listers (and B and C-listers too) started filing in. Friday night I was sitting one section above the floor, looking directly down into the VIP area.

Rather than documenting every detail of every song, snippet, and sidebar from Friday and Saturday's U2 shows at Madison Square Garden (or GardenS, as Bono likes to call it), I will outline my personal highlights:įriday, October 7: I picked up excellent tickets for both shows from Ticketmaster about two weeks before the shows happened. You know, the one dancing like an idiot, spilling beer and singing off key. I no longer care about being labeled 'that guy' at shows. I'm sick of pseudo detachment, cranky arrogance, and crippling analysis. I am committing to the following live show credo for myself: lighten up, have a great time, and damn worrying about being 'cool'. Imagine, having a great, sweaty time at concert!Īnd that's the point of this particular ramble. People were actually having a good time and showing it by singing and dancing along.

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Madison Square Garden was not packed full of chin stroking, head nodding ambivalence. These were the first concerts I've been to in awhile where there was absolutely no hipster B.S. Realizing I am predisposed to enjoy a U2 concert regardless of its quality, Friday and Saturday's shows were particularly and notably satisfying. Please forgive me for this indulgence, but I want to get this off my chest:

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