Sunday, January 13, 2013

Somewhere only we know

Oh Keane. How we have waited. It was 2006 and we had tickets in hand ready to see Keane perform at the Greek theater in Berkeley. Then word came that their whole US tour had been cancelled due to the singer going into rehab. Boo to that.

So to us Keane came to be known as the concert we never saw. We always felt like we had missed out on something. Like not going to prom (although I did go to prom).

Fast forward to this week. Keane. In town. At the Warfield. Me and He. There.

So so good.

First the Warfield is such a beautiful place, the outside not so beautiful, but once inside you wish the walls could talk. So many musicians have played there before.

So then THEY are there and the piano begins and it's here, the moment is here and it makes me smile because everything sounds just right.

They played new stuff from their latest album, Strangeland, which has grown on me (Disconnected). All of my favorites however are from their Hopes and Dreams album (Bedshaped, Somewhere Only We Know, Everybody's Changing).
Songs I had belted alone in my car were now being belted out by the entire audience, along with Keane, and all was right with the world.

In closing, go see a concert. Go see live music. Get your body moving. Get your voice singing. Feel at one with hundreds of people. It'll make you feel alive and who doesn't want to feel alive.

Number 33 of 40 by 40 checked off the list. Thank you Keane! It was such a good show. I adore your voice, I loved the piano and you all kinda rock.

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