Attending a 20,000 capacity music arena is not really my
thing. Last night at the O2 however promised to be a special event. Simple
Minds supported by Ultravox. I don’t have a single record in my collection by
these bands. I liked “Vienna” at the time, although I usually effect the
argument that they were better before Midge Ure took over and the “experimental”
John Foxx quit to work things out in his “Underpass”. Simple Minds? I was aware
of the earlier stuff being a bit “experimental” too, but by the time they had become
the all-conquering stadia behemoth circa their very 80s album “Once Upon A Time”,
I was almost violently opposed to them. I actually recall gleefully burning a
copy of this album with a friend while its owner looked on horrified. Looking
back I feel revulsion at my Nazi-like act and self-righteous assumption that I somehow
knew what was “correct”, musically or otherwise.
The three of us arrived at the O2 shortly after Ultravox had
hit the stage. Located up in the Gods or, more accurately in arena terms, a
long, long way from the stage and with only a sideways view of the band, my
normal reservations about such venues were affirmed. Many of the songs were
unrecognisable and, although played well, they struggled to fill out the
enormity of the venue. When “Vienna” kicked in and Midge sang “This means
nothing to me,” it took on a very contemporary meaning. His voice though held
up to the song’s challenging chorus and the band performed their best known
number with feeling. Apart that is from a rather rushed instrumental passage
due seemingly to the fact that the violinist was doubling up on keyboards and
literally had to run between the two.
The O2 is a very organised place. There are plenty of places
to eat at before the gig and, once inside the arena, punters are well served
with bars and toilets. Many fans availed themselves of both in equal, mutually dependent
measure, throughout the performances. By the time the Minds came on however I
began to shift my attitude to the place and to the gig. The light show was
improved several notches, the volume was turned up, and the, yes, stadium sound
of the band worked well in this environment. Their opener, “Waterfront”, was
very tight and was just the kind of sonic boost needed to get everyone in the
mood. There was not an empty seat in the place and you had to admire the crown-pulling
power of a band that for far more than two decades have abandoned a strong
showing in the singles and albums charts. As Jim and the boys cranked out a pretty
broad selection from their back catalogue, the audience genuinely seemed to
come together as one (aside from those perpetually off to the bar n’ bogs). “Promised
You a Miracle” reminded me of how cleverly the band combined the synth pop of
that era with rock swagger. Mr Kerr still has a fair amount of the latter, and
from where I was sitting at least (aided by glasses) liked fit and healthy and
moved in a pretty sprightly fashion for a man of 54. “Someone Somewhere in
Summertime”, new to me, was another standout performance on the night.
However, if truth be told, we were really only there for one
thing and for one thing only. To hear “Don’t You Forget About Me” as a belated but
highly appropriate epitaph to a lost brother in law, brother, and son,
respectively. It had been his favourite and was played to the many, many mourners
at the funeral. We had wanted to hear a mass crowd sing it, and sing it at
the O2 they duly did. We stood up, arm in arm, and sang along to an anthem that
has recently taken on a very personal resonance. My objectivity was out of the
window, but who’s isn’t at any time?
The band followed the high passion of that number with a much
more subtle and sober, but still emotional, song, “Let It All Come Down”, which
captured perfectly our mood and, I think, that of many present. Convenience led
us to depart during the first encore as “Alive and Kicking” was very much
affirming that both the band and us are. The Minds apparently closed with a medley
that took in covers of “Take Me To The River” and “Gloria”.
I am still not sold on rock stadia, but the O2 does it well,
and Simple Minds did it very well on the night. I guess we have all come a long
way since the mid-80s.
6 comments:
Good critique Neil, so glad that 'Don't you forget about me' delivered on the emotional tribute front. Good stuff xxxxxxx
It was amazing. Great performances all round including from us. Simple Minds were always a good live band. U forgot to give ultravox credit for 'dancing (with tears in my eyes). Weird for me to relive the 80s in this way.
Many thanks to Vanessa and to Ms Strikes Back. You're wright about Ultravox deserving more credit. Good ol' Midge.
Great review Neil...I'm never sure about the O2 either, It's basically a barn. We saw Leonard Cohen there and he thanked the audience for gathering on 'just the other side of intimacy'. and I have to admit to feeling an urge to batter the twats who were so consumed with alcohol addiction that they had to disturb my religious experience in order to get themselves another pint of pissy lager.
As you know I was certainly never a fan of the Vox or the Minds and still feel a minor pang of guilt about the aforementioned fiery sacrifice but I'm sure that the passage of time would have softened even my hard anti-stadium rock heart. I'm glad and very sad that 'Don't You Forget About Me' proved to be so poignant.
All that said, I probably would have been squawking along to Vienna with everyone else!
Many thanks to Mr Moosedog too for his evocative reminiscences of the O2 and other misdemeanors.
Really liked the Simple Minds/Ultravox review. 'New Gold Dream' is my favourite album by them and a song you refer to - 'Someone, Somewhere in Summertime' is on it.
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