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photo credit: Julio Enriquez

Louise and I went and saw the lovely Leslie Feist last night as part of the Perth International Arts Festival. I went to see Explosions in the Sky with Zak (a recent addition to our postgrad computational chemistry team who either has unlimited knowledge of pop culture, or is so near to it that the approximation may be made with two little ~ signs and a clean conscious) at the same location, “Beck’s Music Box”. It’s a neat little stage, even sponsored as it is by a terrible beer, with couches and seats and a big space for people that like to stand up when the aforementioned couches and seats fill up in the first ten seconds of the place opening up.

Feist herself was lovely, coming onto a stage shadow screen and doing a bit of random singing and puppeting (is it puppeting when it’s your own body?) before saying hello and breaking into her set. The night flowed like the honey she references, slow and sweet. The banter between songs was great, she was apparently taken aback by the fact that ‘you guys live in a volcano, you know that right?’, the comment brought on by it being one of the hottest nights we’ve had in recent history–something like 39 degrees celcius at 8:30pm. There were some harmonising efforts, though most were lost soon after she stopped leading; the crowd becoming too mesmerised in her voice to continue. She even made a Borg reference, which, though I’ve not seen a single episode of Star Terk, I appreciated the nerdiness of.

All in all a fantastic evening. And now back to boring, very unsexy university work.

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