i am pretty wrapping up this musical season with a great wahoo as i saw sigur ros for the nth time at the venerable oakland paramount. after seeing m83 a few days prior and they simply blew my socks out of yellow paws. i didn’t dare think anything can be possibly better because i had just seen another amazing show two weeks prior with dead can dance. it was the one two three punch to insure that this has been of the best years in music concerts since my college days. maybe in late ninities when i was knee deep in cocteaus but returning to normal fandom status, i remember tonight simply how much i adore music. i could live without a lot of things for a long time but music is not one of them. especially music that remains me how beatiful sadness can be. a melodramtic saddness and yearning that is never quite unequited because that is the nature of a life of desire. alas i digress in the realm of religion but music and spiritual matters live on the same block in my neighbor. at one point in the awe inspiring concert, i understood how i need to apply my visual paint brush and more importantly, to understand why the first noble truth is one of the most beautiful. just as those who meditate on death realize the preciousness of life, those who meditate on suffering realizes the beatuy of life.
