Thursday, 17 May 2007

Not as good as the real thing

My housemate today received the latest album from a fantastic Goth band that shall remain nameless, for no other reason that this isn't a review of the album, but of the way I listen to music. As I was pootling round Sheffield this evening, picking up copious quantities of boxes for the move, I listened to this CD and enjoyed it but (and at this point I need to reiterate that this is not about the music or the band, I really do like both) there was something missing.
The problem is that having seen this band live lots, not as often as say TWOAF or Otway perhaps but still lots, the recorded version just really isn't the same. I started thinking about how I perceive music and the difference between "live" and "recorded" and how I am the odd one out from most of my friends in that I own very few CDs. Even great songs, performed by great bands, recorded, mixed etc. with great skill are but a homeopathic tincture of the real deal: in your face, feel the vibrations in your gut and smell the sweat of the groupies, live music.
So where does this leave me and recorded music? It is either a reminder of great gigs, or in the case of the cheesy anthems, dodgy club nights, past. Or in this case a trailer for great gigs in the future, given by the fantastic Goth band in question where I hear the songs on the CD that started all this questioning.

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