Rem Koolhaas, but he was Latino, sat next to me on the jury.
(Discussing the project)
He had a robotic torso.
(It) looked like a bicycle frame.
I could see electrical wires that replaced his spinal cord.
I couldn’t help asking him about it.
(He said): The doctors told me it was possible…but you don’t want it.
© David Curtis 2015
Aldous Harding visited SF last night for one of the precious US dates on her current tour in support of her album Designer.
She plays in Los Angeles tomorrow to another sold out show.
My wife and I made the mistake of lingering on a sofa near the merchandise table during the opening act. So despite the small venue, I was further from the musicians than I wanted to be once Aldous began. But the sound was wonderful. I kept looking over to the sound man to see him enjoying it as much as I was.
I did get to see Aldous before the show, as she was heading out to the front of the club twice. She had a look one has when trying not to forget something or perhaps when one’s mind is elsewhere.
Most of the songs were from the new album.
Weight of the planets diagnoses someone inaccessible due to imagined or real duty.
The mildly threatening lyrics of Treasure .
I think there was at least one song from the Party album.
The encore was a cover of Gerry Rafferty – Right Down the Line. Sung slowly as if by a quiet Kate Bush.
It ended too soon. I wanted to volunteer for the tour (as is often the case) but dutifully went home to my family.
A package containing Designer on vinyl was waiting when I got home on the dining room table. I’ve listened to it four times so far today. Five.