This is a little section that I will call “Things that Kim loves.” Revel in a positive post my pets, we all know it’s a rarity around these here parts……..
Friday nights in this house have been centered around Mr Music himself, Elvis Costello. (I mean, besides the obvious beer & steaks or wine and pasta or booze and forgetting to eat) I fucking LOVE this show. Seriously. It’s not the crappy same old, same old, of the host asking a few random questions about their guest’s next tour and then the band hitting the perfectly situated stage and playing their up coming single. I hate that type of show. I can’t count the ways that I hate it. One two, buckle my shoe, three four, I fucking hate you.
Elvis Costello’s Spectacle is a whole other beast. It’s as though you’re sitting in his living room. His guest is a friend and they’re chatting about mutual friends and their shared passion for music. The guest reaches down and picks up a guitar and plays a song. Not necessarily one of his own, maybe just something he loves. Maybe Elvis sings back up, maybe they do a duet. Maybe Elvis just sits there, 2 feet away in the same stools they were just chatting from, and watches. Through it all, you feel as though you are privy to a personal moment between friends.
Elvis hanging out with James Taylor, swapping stories with Elton John, sitting down with the boys from The Police and letting them get bitchy with each other if they want to. A couple of Fridays ago I saw Chris Christopherson, Nora Jones, John Cougar Mellencamp, Roseanne Cash and Elvis Costello jam together. Are you fucking kidding me? When do you ever get to see shit like that? Last night I watched Dianna Krall sit at a piano and sing a classic Joni Mitchell song. I watched Elvis, his wife Dianna and Elton John do “making Whoopie” while Dianna smoked it on the piano. There are no long winded interviews, no “formula questions” and pat answers. It’s stories, funny moments and memories. It’s intimate, it’s quirky, and it kicks ass. If you haven’t yet checked it out then you either a) have no appreciation for music, or b) are an idiot.
Elvis, Dianna, if you’re listening…. Should you ever feel the need to fly Steve & I out to clap madly and grin like lunatics, we’re ready. I can have us packed in 5 fucking minutes flat. BC is just an air Canada hop skip and a jump away. No, really. I think it’s a great idea. It’s a new show so we could be like weird groupies/ walking, talking, blogging billboards.
Seriously, fly us out. I mean it.
