BlueHammer85
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To put my perspective on it. When I went to this film (that’s movie in ‘Murica) I was about about 21 years old and had up until then been fed on a diet of rock/prog rock with hints of country rock and folk. I didn’t do punk so much yet. I had dabbled with the likes of Bowie and wasn’t big on the new romantic scene and post punk mish mash.
I was quite selective in what I liked and would buy.
I’m pretty sure I heard of this film through a recommendation from Barry Norman on Film 84 or some such. I had seen Psycho Killer performed on OGWT and was interested but not overly impressed with it. As others have alluded to, the noise and feedback at the crescendo at the end kind of smacked of a lack of musicianship to me, judging it from my lofty prog rock tower.
But the Jonathan Demme film was given a great review and Barry urged that whether you were into the band or not go see it.
It was on the last night of a two or three week run in The Screen cinema in Dublin (showed arty stuff. Long since closed) Myself and my then girlfriend went to it, her knowing less about it and having less interest in music generally, than I did.
The cinema was practically empty.
We picked prime seats in the centre and laid back not knowing what to expect.
Up until that my ideas of a live album were all the mid seventies staples. Yessongs, Bursting Out, Rust, Moonflower, Live Herald, Live and Dangerous etc etc.
I hadn’t even seen Rory’s Irish Tour ‘74 film at that stage, if I recall, which in its original state is ok, but I don’t like the later editing. But the original album is insanely good in my opinion, for capturing this kind of artist in his raw majesty
From the moment we see Byrne’s feet walking out to the stage and him just placing a beat box on the floor of an empty stage I thought, this is different.
I know I’ve told this story in full in here before so I’ll cut it short.
Both of us were drawn in slowly to music we were unfamiliar with, sucked in skilfully by the sheer joy on display and then blown away by the whole funkiness and the foot tapping groove.
Whether you like Byrne’s voice or not, in concert you cannot take your eye’s off him. He’s always interesting and not in the typical rockstar moves that seem so formulaic with some bands. This weird shit he does just seems natural, like his movement.
I grew to hear the same in the offnotes and feedback which just fit the concert feel. After all I’m used to Zappa, Crimson, Yes and a whole heap of experimentation so it doesn’t upset my sensibilities.
We came out converted and couldn’t wait to tell our mates in the pub we were meeting them in.
Time past. I wasn’t with the same girl when the film eventually came back to Dublin for a long long extended run in The Ambassador which had a stage in front of the screen.
Well I can’t tell you how many weekends I saw that film. It became the highlight of the week.
Pints in the pub across the road, then in for the midnight show, where we would go mental on stage, be chased by the bouncers until they gave up because of the sheer volume of people who had taken our lead and started dancing on stage. Great memories of when I was in my prime.
So that’s basically what this film is about for me. I will revise down my score to a 9 for the album, as I do still look at SMS as a 10/10 film.
I don’t tend to listen to the album without the visuals anymore.
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