http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7h0yYT8U3E
This was a genuinely moving moment for me on Friday night. My favourite band from 30 years ago, in those dark days at a not very good University that has risen to number 11 in the University charts since I left. But Chic are better than ever even if Odyssey might have made better, sadder records at the time.
But what strikes me most about it, watching it again, is not the minimal riff and lyrics from which Nile Rodgers garners so much, and it's not even the great communal feeling, the invitation to dance on stage with Chic, no matter if you are not as glamorous as them.
It's the rapturous reception it gets. It reminds me of what happens whenever I mumble my way through one of my poems.
David Green
- David Green (Books) is the imprint under which I published booklets of my own poems. The original allocation of ISBN numbers is used up now, though. The 'Collected Poems' are now available as a pdf. The website is now what it has become, often more about music than books and not so often about poems. It will be about whatever suggests itself.
