There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Denver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Denver. Show all posts

20 November 2016

the Life Aquatic with Seu Jorge

I think I was fifteen when I first saw the movie "The Breakfast Club". I had no idea who David Bowie was as the lyrics to "Changes" appeared in the opening movie credits. I just knew they were some of the most powerful words I'd ever read.

"And these children that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they are going through."

As the years passed, Bowie's music took a stronger hold on me musically. When Wes Anderson's movie "The Life Aquatic" was released in 2004, the soundtrack sung by Brazilian musician Seu Jorge blew me away. Acoustic David Bowie sung in Portuguese?

Sadly, as I'm sure you know, David Bowie passed away earlier this year from cancer. Seu Jorge, in wanting to do a fitting tribute to this amazing artist, as well as to recognize the film that so many of us loved, decide to put together a tribute tour.
This dream all came together in beautiful harmony on a chilly Friday night in Denver.
Red beanies were seemingly everywhere. As Seu came onto the stage, he skillfully wove amazing stories about the film, the actors and director in between songs.
I was so captivated that I didn't want to break the magical spell by pulling out my phone to record, but then I realized I needed more than just my memory of this night.

Here are just some clips of the evening.
Yet I can't leave it at that. Here is his rendition of Space Oddity, probably one of my favorites songs of the evening.
and of course, the song that started it all. Changes.

09 April 2016

a night with Bela Fleck & the Denver Symphony

I want a banjo playing bluegrass music as my ashes are being carried by the wind over a cliff.

I hope the people there will raise a glass of vanilla beer and cheer.
Let the turn table spin Bela Fleck and the Denver Symphony as my wake continues.

Try on a gas mask, see how it makes you feel.
Everyone dies, but not everyone lives to see a giant bear in downtown Denver, the beauty of painted cows lining the streets, the simple elegance of an antique bar sign.
Remember when people used to write personal posts that one could relate to, or at least recognize as a human emotion?

I will never shoot for high rankings or SEO status. I prefer the raw, untouched manuscript of thought.

16 August 2012

Cowgirl in the sand

I wasn't even twenty years old when her blueish-silver eyes pierced my heart, dare I say my poor young twisted soul. Her hair smelled of cinnamon, a smile like a harvest moon, a body with a heart of gold.

We went to lunch in her new two door white truck, talking and laughing as only the young can. Hormones racing as sweet words dripped from her lips.
"Ever listened to Neil Young?"
I tried to be cool, but she immediately knew I hadn't. As it played from her car stereo she told me about the artist, his history, and how she couldn't wait to see him in concert later that month.

Ever since that day ( over twenty years ago) I've been a fan of Neil's music. The girl has moved on ( married, kids, happy), but I always carry her with me, as it helps keep a smile on this wrinkled face.

With this memory, I've hoped to have the stars align so that I may also see Neil Young live.


On August 5th 2012, at the Red Rocks Amphitheatre in Morrison, Colorado, I fulfilled that dream.

Alabama Shakes, a hippie, bluesy group from the Southern part of the USA opened the evening in perfect fashion. As the sun started to set over the mountains, Neil and Crazy Horse started playing. From the epic fifteen minute "Cowgirl in the Sand" to "Cinnamon Girl", an acoustic version of "the Needle and the Damage Done", to the crowd singing along to "Fuckin' Up", the show most certainly didn't disappoint.

A perfect evening to remember a cowgirl from the past while living in the present moment.

04 August 2012

Saturday night baseball

I have a goal, albeit not one with any strick adherence. I want to see a game in every stadium in the USA. Today I made it one step closer towards reaching that goal.
 
 Coors Field, in downtown Denver, Colorado, is home to the Colorado Rockies. Baseball and summertime are a perfect combination of sights, sounds and senses. The smell of the newly cut grass. The anticipation of that first pitch, the aroma of beer, hot dogs, and cotton candy. It's all so vintage, so childlike and innocent.
In the early innings, clouds roll in from the Rocky mountains, and start to paint their picturesque sunset.
Through the fourth, fifth and sixth innings, people chat with friends, catching up on life events. Families laugh and strengthen bonds, and the sun sets over the evening.
Drama ensues before the seven inning stretch, and like it is being queued in an act from a play, the night sky delivers.
The magic of the game on a Saturday evening will always keep me going back for more.

18 August 2011

in the Red Rocks with John Butler Trio

In the days before I had an Ipod, all my Cd's were stolen out of my car. Devastated, I would spend countless hours at night scouring the Internet, downloading music, trying to build up my lost collection... it was during this time that I discovered the band John Butler Trio.

I liked what I heard, and since I'm half Aussie and that is where the band hails from, I felt a sort of instant kinship to them.

When I found out a few weeks ago that they were playing at the Red Rocks Amphitheater, I spontaneously ordered my ticket, and booked a flight to Denver. It has always been on my list to see a show here.


Fighting my way through Denver's Friday afternoon traffic, I eventually arrive in Morrison, nestled beautifully at the base of the Rocky Mountains.  There is plenty of free open parking available, so I parked my car in what I hope will be an ideal spot for a easy exit after the show.


The scenery is simple amazing, with Red Rock boulders everywhere. I find the stairs that lead me to the entrance, almost walking into the rock walls several times as I look around at all the natural wonders instead of paying attention to where I'm going. I find my seat and settle in.

 What I didn't know was that the show has three bands playing, making the concert over five and half hours. First up was a band called Gary Clark Jr., and let me tell you, he blew me away! He looks like Jimi Hendrix, and his guitar playing is phenomenal. They kind of sounded like the Black Keys.

Next up was a band called Trevor Hall. I didn't know that three bands were playing when they started, and so I thought these guys were John Butler Trio, ( although I was wondering why they had four people in their group....) nevertheless, they were a great band to listen to as the sun slowly set over the Denver area.











Which led to the main act. John Butler Trio is one amazing band. I've never, ever heard or seen anyone play the guitar and banjo the way he can, and his drummer is also freaking unbelievable!

 They are very much about bringing people together, and trying to help everyone realize that all of us on this planet need to work as one to accomplish goals such as protecting the environment, hunger, and poverty. Their cause during the show was to raise awareness about what Chevron is doing to a place in Western Australia called Kimberley. Please check out the link to help Stop the Gas Hub, and support this area.


P.S. they rock a Digeridoo